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The Dark King*

18+ (mature content warning; choking, air play, spanking, dark themes, murder, blood, obsession.)

11.5k words.

Over the trees laid a thick fog across the top of the greens. The sun was rising over the horizon as the cold air sent goosebumps over anyone who dared to step outside of their homes. At this time of the morning, the birds would chirp to wake everyone up; but they hadn’t done that in decades. Raven didn’t remember the last time that she heard a bird sing in this land anymore. 

Not since He took over. 

Actually, she didn’t remember anything before He took over. 

There were vague memories each time she took a step outside of her door. When Raven would walk past the dead bushes with brittle branches, her dainty fingers would reach out to caress them; a sudden memory of the bluebells that used to sprout from them. This land used to be covered in green grass; it was soft enough to fall back on and feel no pain from the landing. 

The sun used to be warm. Now, when the sun is out, they were more aware of it; but it still felt very cold. Summer and spring no longer existed, only fall and winter. Raven didn’t know how this was possible, but anything was possible. 

Anything in Neverland goes. 

Her only alarm clock she had since Him was the loud poundings on the door. He made sure to send out the guards at half past five every morning. They had a schedule and if anyone was late; well, it wouldn’t have been in their favor. The Dark King didn’t like tardiness, he liked punctuation. 

Raven knew a boy once, his name was Duffy. 

Duffy was late once. 

Once. 

Duffy wasn’t around anymore. 

Raven’s feet hit the hardwood floor with a soft grunt surpassing her lips. The pounding on the door only subsided when she yelled that she was awake. When the sounds of the guard’s feet moved past her door is when she stood from her bed and moved towards her small bathroom made out of rotten planks of wood and leaves. 

Fresh water poured from the spout every morning, it was from the frozen lake. It was the purest water in all of Neverland, but the only problem was that it was only ever one temperature. If she wanted a warm bath, she would have to work for it. 

Raven brushed her teeth with the freezing water, then washed her face with the freezing water, then tried to keep her teeth from chattering afterwards. 

Breakfast at six. She always showed up earlier though. 

That’s why she was His favorite. 

Not a lot of people liked Raven because of that reason. It was unspoken, but everyone knew that she was The Dark King’s favorite. She was everything he wanted of the people of Neverland; she was responsible, she was punctual, and she always went above and beyond for him. 

Despite the poor housing and the bland food given every day. 

She would do anything for her Dark King. 

Raven pulled her trousers up to her waist and buttoned them, then threw her wool sweater on; Duffy had made this sweater for her. In fact, he had made them for everyone one cold winter. She tried to swallow the bile in the throat each time she put it on. 

She missed Duffy, but nobody dared to ever comment about the missing persons of Neverland. 

Doing that is like committing treason. 

Her black hair wrapped tightly around her fingers before she pinned her hair up, then proceeded to exit her small room. The corridors were cold, if it was up to everyone they would forge a fire for these frigid mornings, but there was no room. 

Each room had its own furnace. That was the warmth they were granted after each long day, but during the day they must stay outside in the cold weather and do as they are demanded for their jobs. Raven didn’t mind it. She’d spent three years in Neverland. To the newcomers, she only warned them to keep their bitter complaints to themselves unless they wanted their tongue to be clipped. 

Raven didn’t take lightly to the complaints of her Dark King. 

As she stepped outside of the makeshift dorm, the sun was just barely covering the treetops. This was as much sun as they were going to get if they stayed near the Palace. For anyone who wanted to bask in it would have to travel miles to the frozen lake; that is if they were able to get past the wolves and bears that lingered in the deepest parts of it. 

Raven wasn’t afraid of the animals. She always carried a bow and arrow with her. Hunting was something she did in her spare time, though if caught, would serve a penalty. Red meat was only for high royalty, for the people of Neverland only were served scraps. 

Beans, little bits of pig, and toast. Sometimes even eggs if the chickens felt generous enough to spit out a few. 

“Rise and shine, Raven.” 

Raven turned her head to see her friend, Bode, behind her. She offered a sly smirk. 

“Look who is up early.” She remarked with a snicker. 

Bode always woke up five minutes before he was supposed to be at the dining hall. He would cut it close each time. Raven warned him that she would not be able to save him if he was a second late, but he was so sure about himself. 

“Ha ha,” Bode walked beside her, swinging his arms as he glanced towards her, “Do you know what today is?” 

“Of course I do.” Raven said quietly, swallowing thickly. 

“Do you believe they will make it easy on ole Bootsy?” Bode turned his back to stand in front of her, then proceeded to walk backwards, “I believe his crimes against the king shall serve him a slow, painful death.” 

“Do you believe so?” Raven hummed carefully, she wasn’t much for gossip. 

“I do.” Bode smirked. 

Bootsy was one of their neighbors in the dorms. He dared to enter the Palace to find a drip of wine for a party the people had planned. Bootsy always tended to go overboard with the drinking; he was infamous for being the drunk. On the night of the party, we had ran out of wine and he thought to sneak into the quarters to steal from him. 

In hindsight, it was innocent. 

However, you are not to go against the Dark King, nonetheless steal from him. 

“Bootsy had it coming to him, he was not surprised.” Bode clapped his hands together, turning his back from Raven. 

Ahead, the dining hall was empty, usually a line out the door if you showed up last minute. However, Raven was awfully hungry in the mornings and preferred her food to be warm and readily available when she wanted it. 

“We will see at the execution.” 

Raven dropped the subject after her comment, entering the dining hall. It was warm there, only because of the coal stoves working overtime to cook the breakfast. She rolled her sleeves up, batting her lashes as she was served the same breakfast every morning. 

Beans, toast, and a small egg; poached. 

Of course, with a hot cup of tea to wake up. 

As the room started to fill with people, Raven was already half-finished with her plate. At this time of the morning, she studied the people ahead of her. They sat in their seats, tired, while they either ate their food or enjoyed the hot tea. Some couldn’t stomach the food every morning, but if they were hungry enough, they would eat it. 

The execution was after breakfast. It was easier for those who had a weak stomach not to eat. It was mandatory to attend these, it was a learning lesson for all of them to know the consequences of going against Him. 

Raven finished her food in silence, when she stood to her feet, Bode followed closely behind to discard her tray in one of the bins. Just as she went to refill her hot cup of tea, a loud ruckus came from behind her. 

In the center of the room, a man held a knife to one of the younger teenagers. A shaky hand held a piece of toast; Raven could only guess that he had taken the man’s toast. 

“That’s not good.” Bode frowned. 

“No, tis not.” Raven mumbled, withdrawing her knife from her boot and stomped towards the two of them. 

“Ye stole my toast?!” The older one held the knife tightly to the teen’s neck. 

“I did no such thing, unhand me!” The teen yelled out in anger, thrashing with a sweat. 

Raven pointed her knife at the throat of the older man’s neck and prodded his skin light enough to get his attention. His dark brown eyes glanced back to see the angry woman behind him; a snarl on his lips. 

“There shall not be any fighting in the dining hall.” Raven warned through a light growl. 

“He stole me toast.” 

“Did you see him take your toast?” The knife prodded a bit harder against his skin, if she just barely flicked her wrist it would create a bigger mess onto the floor. 

“No, but–,” 

“Unhand him or I shall hand you over to the guards,” Raven kept her dark gaze on the man, “Have you forgotten the penalty for fighting? Tis the cellar and you shall rot there for laying your hands on this boy.” 

The man stared darkly at the fearful boy. Raven was sweating too, but it wasn’t from the hot air in the room, it was the witness’ of the room. She was now an accomplice. If anyone decided to run to the guards at that moment, she would rot in the cellar as well. 

“L-Let me go–,” The teen boy groaned, there was a bit of blood on his neck from the man’s knife. 

“Ye not worth it, anyhow.” The older one pushed the boy away, putting his knife away as he sent a dark glare to Raven. 

Quickly, she made haste to his side. It was only a prick on his neck, but still the guards would surely question him about the mark. Raven pulled the bag around her body towards her, rummaging through for a clean cloth before dabbing the wound. 

“Are you alright?” She mumbled to the boy. 

“Yes, of course. Sorry ma’am.” He whispered quietly, the toast in his hand crumbling from his grip. 

“Did you take his toast?” 

His eyes fled to the floor, confirming that he stole the older one’s toast. Raven sighed quietly, once done cleaning up the blood, she placed the cloth into his hand and searched his features. 

“I shall not tell,” She fixed his coat as if she was his mother, “Do not steal anymore. Bootsy is an example of what will happen, no matter the object stolen.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He mumbled. 

Raven turned a blind eye to the boy and made her way back to Bode. The teen boy was new; she had only seen his face very few times in the last few days. He did not know the ways, but she always tried to warn the newcomings as much as she could. 

For those who dare come to Neverland, mind you on their own free will, would find out the hard way without Raven. There were no rules, but there were rules. It was a bit unfair not to give out a handbook, but the Dark King liked to play this game with the newcomers. 

“You are lucky the guards are outside the door today,” Bode warned as Raven exited the double doors. 

“They’ll do no such thing to me.” Raven smirked, tossing her knife in the air and catching it by the handle. 

Bode rolled his eyes, “Of course they won’t, but you are getting cocky.” 

“I’ve earned my right.” She said quietly, but still confidently. 

Bode mumbled something, but Raven didn’t care enough to catch the comment. People judged her for admiring the Dark King. In the other world, she was just as twisted as he was; the only difference is now she gets to show it. She was not hungry for power, but she was hungry for dominance. The Dark King saw that in her. 

Though they had only crossed paths twice, she found herself on her knees to bow to him in those times. He did not leave his Palace often, but when he did, it was a big deal. He was the type to gaze over the land, not be a part of it. 

As Raven and Bode walked down the dirt road, they came across the cobblestone that led them into the small town square. This part of the land many did not spend much time in, for they needed money to spend for the vendors, and little did the people have. Though this was a place where the people could meet others and socialize; very few people under the age of fifty came into the square. The elders, however, loved it. 

Raven passed the vendors selling fresh fruits and handmade clothes and ventured into the middle where the people were gathered. She stood by the wall, far from the crowd, with her hood on and eyes wandering darkly around. He would be around for these events. 

To be able to catch a glimpse of Him was a pleasure, any time the opportunity was given. She thrived for it, and it somewhat gave her a feeling of butterflies. 

“Thank you all for gathering!” 

The crowd went silent as the guard announced the beginning of the act. Raven could barely stand these things much anymore. If they’d change it up, perhaps she’d find more interest, but she was never vocal about that. Raven was a bit of a psycho in those terms, finding things such as this, the only entertainment in Neverland. 

They announced the crimes of Bootsy, dragging him out with a sack on his head and nothing but the trousers to hide his bits. He thrashed around in the arms of the guards, throwing him to his knees and placing his head where the guard could get a clean cut. 

Her eyes wandered again; out of the corners, she found a man in a tree. He sat lazily, one leg propped up, the other swinging carelessly as he bit into a red apple. Raven’s eyes lit up, it was He. She went to take a step forward, only for Bode to stretch his hand out to stop her. 

“Where are you going?” 

It took her a moment to answer, she almost didn’t comprehend what Bode had said. The Dark King’s eyes were so green that he could’ve blended perfectly into the woods. He already did, truthfully. He wore a brown robe, hints of green that sparkled without the sun, and long brown hair that curled effortlessly around his face. 

He looked amused while he ate his apple. Raven could taste the thirst on his lips, he thrived for these moments. It was not that he killed people, it was that he awaited those who would cross him just for him to watch them suffer. She imagined what he felt while he watched, if his body was pumping full of adrenaline, or if he was just simply unbothered by it. 

She took another step forward. 

“Raven!” 

“What?” Her head snapped towards her bickering friend. 

“Where are you going?” Bode said slowly, yet stern with tight brows knitted together. 

“Well, I was…” When her eyes went back to the trees, he was gone, and a part of her heart broke. She let out a sigh, flicking her gaze to the beheaded man as the crowd dispersed, “I was going to the apple stand, if you wanted to know so desperately.” 

“You do not eat apples.” 

“I do when you are not six feet up my rear end, Bode.” She snapped at him, annoyed that she missed her Dark King. 

“You have been acting differently as of recent.” He retorted. 

“Then maybe you don’t know me at all.” Raven mumbled. 

- 

After dinner that night, everyone resided in their rooms. Neverland did not have a curfew, however if one were to stay up late, it was best to prepare to stay on schedule for the day. Raven typically went to bed early to restore her energy for the next morning. 

Tonight was different. 

She lingered in the square without Bode. Earlier had created some tension between the two; while she cared for Bode, sometimes he smothered too much for her comfort. The reason she left her home was for the sole reason of suffocation; she wanted something meaningful. 

Neverland was meaningful to her. 

She never looked back when she found this place, not that anyone else dared to either. Neverland was made up of misfits, but they all stuck by each other. Well, the misfits who cared for each other, anyway. 

There were a few bad eggs that crossed the lines that were drawn. 

Raven’s heels clicked against the cobblestone, a hood over her head as a few locks of her hair framed her face and hid herself well. Her fingers gripped onto the cloak, pulling it together before locking the golden buttons together. 

She was not on a mission, nor was she trying to hide. It was the simple fact of that, she herself, learned to cross the drawn lines as well. If she were to get caught, which she’d never had, she would surely get executed. 

Above all rules, there is one that the people must not cross. 

Do not, any under circumstances, climb over the wall. 

Their town was separated from the Palace. If Raven were to stand at a distance, she would be able to see the Palace glow in the night; it was beautiful and made of cement. It was not like their shelters, made of branches and old wood. 

The Dark King’s palace was most beautiful. 

Nobody ever dared to think of sneaking into the Palace. Not until Bootsy. 

However, Raven was stealthy. The nights she had spent hunting without a single branch cracking under her boots, she would make herself a nice meal with potatoes from the ground and deer meat. Of course, she kept that to herself. It was why she was the most healthy compared to others. 

Ahead of her, the large stone wall. Across the wall, there were some stones that stuck out, and some nights she would climb it. Never jump over it. But simply sit on it. Her stiff fingers grabbed onto the stones, placing her feet onto the others steadily as she carefully climbed it without a single worry. The night was silent, she needn’t worry about the vendors; they were closed around this time either way. 

Raven huffed softly, making it to the top without a problem. To the side of her, a tree that she liked to sit on. The branch was thick and strong. She hunched as she stood, balancing on the top of the wall as she quickly rushed towards the tree. One jump, her arms grasped onto the branch and pulled herself up. The draping of the other branches hid her well enough, she would never get caught. 

She’d never gotten caught. 

Her feet pushed her back to sit against the bark of the tree. The view of the Palace was beautiful; the glow was different from her small village, town, however they wanted to call it. Raven’s shoulders slumped carefully, placing a hand in front of her as she laid forward onto her stomach and dangled her legs on either side. 

She never got to see the Dark King from this view, but she liked to imagine it all. She liked to imagine what he was like; the infatuation she had with him was hers to keep. From the few times she had came across him, she tried to keep the image of him, but it was nearly impossible when he only showed up once a month, sometimes only once a year. 

“Don’t be afraid, you’re not alone,” She sang under a whisper, eyes glimmering in the Palace’s lights, “Sleep until dawn, for all is well, long ago this song was sung to me; Now it’s just a distant melody,” She pushed herself further towards the end of the branch, her stomach turning at the thought of catching a glimpse, “Somewhere from the past I used to know, once upon a time and long ago.” 

Raven sighed, closing her eyes. In some ways, she was manifesting the sight of him. While she was his favorite, they had never spoken a word to each other. It was evident that she was his favorite; she told herself that constantly. 

She wondered what his voice sounded like. If it was so deep that it could make the floors of the forest vibrate. In the midst of her dreaming, she heard a crackle from underneath her. Eyes shooting open wide, her arms worked to grab her bow and arrow before pointing it down at the floor. 

Raven studied the floor, eyes squinted yet adrenaline shot through her veins. The thought of getting caught didn’t scare her, but it didn’t ease her either. When she heard another crackle, she threw her arrow over her back and stood to her feet on the branch. She jumped onto another branch, looking deeply into the forest, as much as the light from the Palace would admit. 

But there was nothing. 

Just as she was about to turn to jump back over the wall, a hand grabbed her ankle and she fell to the floor of the forest. Her back hit the floor with a loud crack, she bit back the scream in her throat, her hand slapping over her mouth with a soft cry. The pain in her back shot through her in consistent spills. 

Raven turned onto her side, gasping to catch her breath; just as she did, a shadow rushed past her and it caught her eye. As she leaned up to look around, a pair of hands grabbed her cloak and quickly brought her to her feet. Disorientated, she couldn’t see the shadow in front of her. Raven’s back hit the bark of the tree, head thumping against it with a thud. 

“Climbing over the wall?” 

The familiar voice made her eyes cross in confusion, but when the blur faded away, she was faced with the older man from the dining hall earlier. Raven’s blood boiled almost instantly, fists balling up as she used her leg to kick him off of her. 

“You idiot!” Raven hissed through her teeth, quickly pulling her hood over her head once more, “If we get caught, we both get killed!” 

“Would that be the worst thing to happen?” He clutched his stomach fiercely with fire in his eyes, “But I do not plan to get caught, however your luck has been cut short.” 

“What do you speak of?” Raven squinted her eyes at him. 

“You do not know the name I was given, but you have been a misery in my life since you arrived,” He spat angrily, “Dary, that is my given name, but you would not know.” 

Raven stayed silent, staring at him in disgust. 

“You almost killed a boy over a piece of dry toast.” 

“I do what I please.” Dary leaned down to the floor of the forest, his hand disappearing before coming clear with a knife in his hand, “You think you are special, but you are less than the dirt I soil on.” 

Raven’s body froze at the blade. While she had killed many animals, she had never committed such a crime. It had become evident that it was either him or her; and she was planning on getting out alive. 

“You do not dare to touch me.” Raven whispered quietly. 

Dary grimaced, “I do what I must,” He took a step closer to her, the blade shining from the lights, “Who could’ve thought that someone such as you would be such a burden in this village?” 

“I am no such thing,” Raven’s hand wrapped around the bow on her back, “I keep to myself.” 

Dary let out a deep, dark laugh, one that made shivers fall down her spine. Not another word from his mouth, he lunged towards her. Raven was not quick enough, the feeling of the blade slashing her arm made her cry out. Her leg kicked Dary away from her as she ran into the woods. 

“You cannot hide from me, Raven!” Dary called out loudly. 

Raven could hear him chasing after her, when she got the bow off her back, she then quickly turned onto her heel and pointed an arrow in the direction where he was. When she expected the man to be closer to her, she was only met with the silence of the forest. Raven’s breath hitched, taking a step back as her head snapped back and forth to search for Dary. 

It was silent. She didn’t know if that was more disturbing or if she had found that she was thankful for the sudden disappearance. But, where did he go? 

“Dary?” She called out, not loud, she didn’t want to alert the guards. 

Raven tuned into the sounds of the forest; crickets were singing lightly in the distance, even bullfrogs cried out into the night. A mile from where she stood was a creek that could be heard, the water brushing over the boulders. She faltered when she suddenly heard a chewing sound, snapping her head behind her to see nothing; yet again. 

Suddenly, a loud thud could be heard from in front of her. Dary’s body fell from the sky, as if he had somehow opted for the power of flight; something that only the Dark King could do. Raven’s eyes widened in horror, approaching the body in haste, but jumped back just as quick when her gaze set on the mutilated face of Dary. 

Raven gagged, slapping her hand over her mouth to suppress the sound. Sure, she had seen many executions, but this was no execution; Dary’s face was mauled as if a creature had finally found it’s dinner after days of starving. Pieces of his face hung from the sides, revealing the red flesh underneath with his nose vanished and eyes gorged. 

“What in the world–,” Raven coughed, taking a step back only to feel her back hit a body behind her. 

She turned onto her heel, a man with a hood draped over his head, but a pair of emerald eyes glowed down at her. He was still, blinking only once. Raven’s mouth slowly gaped as she took a step away from him, knowing exactly who this creature was. Someone she had been desperately waiting to face again. 

His hood fell back as his hand removed it. Blood covered his face, lathered in vivid red around his mouth. He used the sleeve of his cloak to wipe the remnants from his mouth, but the pigment still stained his pale skin. Raven was in awe as she fell to her knees and bowed with her forehead against the forest floor. 

“My dark king.” She breathed out as her heart beat wildly in her chest. 

Raven stayed in her deep bow, though she was desperate to raise her head and look him in the eyes once more. 

“To your feet.” His voice was deep, just as she suspected, something about it demanded her. 

“Yes, my dark king.” Raven quickly stood to her feet. 

When she flicked her gaze towards his, he was using his pinky finger to pick out pieces of Dary from his teeth. She was in awe for half a moment before she suddenly realized that she was caught on the other side of the wall. Something that she had never done before, not even by a guard, but of course it was her luck that her dark king would be the first to find her like this. 

His tongue ran over his teeth, then swallowed thickly as his eyes searched hers. Raven felt as though her knees would not be able to support her any longer; when He looked towards Dary, she studied the slim feature of his jaw that could cut effortlessly. Long brown curls that framed his face, but yet pushed back in the middle, and his curved brows furrowed together in a tight knit as he studied his late dinner. 

She parted her lips to plead for forgiveness, but he flicked his hand up to stop her. 

“I do not want to hear your pleas,” He kicked Dary’s body lightly, now turned back to Raven, “You have committed a death worthy crime against the Palace.” 

He said it so effortlessly, so carelessly. The Dark King did not care about the lives of those who crossed him, even if it was just crawling over a man made wall. The rules were the rules and Raven broke them in hopes for a glimpse of her king. 

Raven shook, but took her bow and arrows off her back and threw them to the forest floor. Before he could turn to face her, she had her knees in the dirt and eyes glaring up at him with desperation. 

“If I were to enter my last sleep, may it be while I face you, my king,” Raven did not hesitate to take her knife from her boot and offer it to him. 

He stared darkly down at her, amused, even a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips at her offer. Raven had her head bowed, he studied the submissive ways of Raven; it entertained him, something that he never got much of when he was in his own home. 

Not this kind of entertainment anyway. 

Raven felt the knife disappear from her hand, her heart fell to her stomach as she brought her gaze to the man above her and awed into the glowing emerald eyes of his. Shakily, her hands unbuttoned the cloak from around her neck and tilted her head back, still staring deeply into his eyes. 

He twirled the knife in his hand, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he studied her. The Dark King leaned down, not letting his knees touch the ground in a crouch as his fingers reached out to grab the underside of her jaw. Raven gasped out, suddenly her stomach was boiling inside of her and she felt her skin catch fire from his touch. 

He was touching her. 

“Raven…” He warned carefully with a tsk, the blade of the knife soothed against her neck, holding it lightly at her neck. 

“Do not spare me mercy, for I have betrayed you.” Raven tried to hide the fear in her voice, when she swallowed the tighter the knife felt against her throat. 

He chuckled darkly, the pinch on her chin tightened as he inched closer to her. Raven inhaled sharply, only to find that he was stealing the air from her lungs. She gasped softly, throat tightening, while her fingers quickly wrapped around the wrist of his and flicked her gaze to his eyes once more in pure fear. 

His lips were pursed in a small ‘o’ as the ghostly air frosted against his lips, she was besides herself. Raven felt weak, the grip on his wrist weakening as his eyes turned from a bright emerald to a dark mossy color with spots of brown and black. 

Then, suddenly, he blew back onto her and the air filled her lungs once more. Raven coughed out, relief washing over her as her hand grabbed her chest and hunched over while she tried to steady her breathing. 

“What makes you think that I wouldn’t kill you in seconds?” His knuckles caressed Raven’s cheek, a smirk playing on his lips before tearing his knuckles from her, “Because you serve me no purpose. Do you enjoy your sickly obsession with staring in my palace at late hours of the night?”

Raven was caught off guard by the question, embarrassment washing over her as she avoided his gaze. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, she could feel his cold breath on her skin and it made her skin tingle as her fingers dug deeply into the soft dirt. 

“Speechless?” He chuckled quietly, “I am shocked at your silence. You seem to have quite the mouth with others, do you not?” When Raven didn’t answer him, he raised his voice once more, raspy and dark, “Do you not, Raven?” 

“Yes, my dark king,” Raven whispered quietly, closing her eyes as his touch left her skin, a loss for her needs.

He only tsked, standing tall over her. Raven dusted herself off, slowly standing; he towered over her small stature. She felt intimidated by the height, but still avoided the scalding glare of his. Within moments of her on her feet, she was quickly cornered against the tree. His cold hand grabbed her jaw as he made her look at him. 

“Step on my land again,” His breath hits her cheek, making her breath hitch in her throat, “And your punishment will be similar to Dary’s.” 

Raven shook under his touch, but before she could think to say something, he vanished. Now alone in the woods, Raven blinked hard and grabbed her cloak, quickly putting it on before gliding up the tree she had fallen from and worked her way back over the stone wall. 

When her feet hit the ground in her village, she ran home with an ache in her stomach. 

At home, she locked the door behind her and pressed her back against the door. When the noise settled, she closed her eyes and thought. 

When shall she see her dark king again?

-

Two days later, Raven sat at a pond with Bode. Since seeing her dark king face to face, there was an itch that needed to be scratched. If she thought about it long enough, she could feel his fingers back on her skin, and the way his cold breath created goosebumps along her neck. 

Bode kept asking questions though, as Raven had been silent for the last two days. 

“It’s been two days since Dary has been missing.” He skipped a rock along the pond. 

“He must be the least of your worries.” Raven said quietly as she doodled with a feather pen tucked between her fingers. 

She doodled the eyes of her king, in case she forgets him. 

“Some people think you murdered him,” Bode said nonchalantly, “You did hold a knife to his neck the night he went missing.” 

“People think what they may, I do not care, I know I am not guilty.” Raven rolled her eyes, slamming her old notebook closed before tucking it under her robe and slouching towards Bode. 

“You shall not care until the guards show up at your door.” Bode was getting irritated with Raven’s lack of care. 

“They won’t.” 

Bode squinted his eyes, standing over her as he crossed his arms. 

“You believe you are innocent, show you are innocent. I cannot be the only person to defend you, other than the young boy who took the toast,” Bode’s thick brows furrowed together, “If they find reason you may have–,” 

Raven stood to her feet in annoyance, “I shall hear this no longer.” 

Bode grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving, “And I shall not watch my best friend be slaughtered in the square,” Their eyes met, Bode’s full of worry, “I fear for you. I care, you realize? What has gotten into you the last few days? You have been acting dangerously.” 

Raven took her arm back, rubbing the tension off. 

“I realize you care,” She reaffirmed his feelings, “I act no dangerously than any other misfit in Neverland. I do not understand your worry. I am fine.” 

“I believe it is something to do with the Dark King–,” 

Before Bode could say any further, a knife was drawn to his neck with no hesitation from Raven. Her eyes glew a dark purple as she took a step closer to him. Bode’s eyes widened, disgust on his face as he studied Raven’s features. 

“You dare not speak of him.” Raven muttered.

Bode’s pointy ears twitched, he waved his fist and suddenly Raven’s knife was redirected towards the tree, before it flew from her grasp and penetrated the bark of the thick tree. 

“You care more for him, that is certain, given you held a blade to your friend’s neck.” Bode spat, grabbing his things. 

Raven stood, ashamed, yet shocked. She didn’t know what to think, though, her infatuations are secret to her and her only. The more people dared to speak ill of him, it became more apparent. She didn’t believe that her king would kill her, no. Had she told anyone that she faced him alone? 

Of course not. 

Raven kept it to herself, it was of no one’s business. 

Bode looked back at her, opening his mouth to say something, then shook his head and made his way back to the village. 

Raven sighed, walking to where the blade was. She wrapped her fingers around the handle, pulling it from the tree with ease. Dusting off the blade, she slid the blade in it’s respected spot and sat on a boulder with her chin in her hand. 

She couldn’t stop thinking of him. 

If it was not for him, Dary would have killed her. It confirmed to Raven that she was special and others were jealous of the affections between her and the king. She had to find a way to see him again without crawling over the wall again. 

Picking herself up from the boulder, she ventured down the leafy path towards the village once more. 

Tonight, she would see her king again. 

-

Raven walked the same path into the woods, this time away from the walls. A bow and arrow on her back with her knife in her hand. At night, these ways are dangerous. While the misfits were sleeping, there were other troubles that lurked ahead. 

A land just across the lake, they often came to Neverland to steal our meat. While Neverland’s people seem to mind their business, they often fight at any chance they can, especially when it is someone that does not belong on their land. 

Above Raven’s gaze, the moon lit up the night enough for her to see the path. When she found a creek, she crossed it as she jumped on each rock, sturdy and careful. Walking up a small hill, she laid on her stomach at the top and stared down at the fields that were below her from afar. 

Creatures lurked here at night. 

While the death penalty is not ideal, she wanted to test her king. Raven removed the bow and arrow from her back and readied her aim; she squinted one eye, searching the moonlight for any creature that was up at this time of night. She knew, at least, it would be deer. 

The lullaby she sang a few nights ago, hummed lightly through her lips as she mouthed the words under her breath. She heard a rustle, tilting her head, a deer trotted into the light. A smirk spread across her lips, she readied her aim once more. 

“Long ago this song was sung to me, now it’s just a distant melody,” Raven sang under a whisper, “Somewhere from the past I used to know, once upon a time and long ago…” 

Shoot. 

She let go of the arrow, watching as it just barely brushed the deer before the creature got startled and ran out of the light. Raven’s eyes widened, frowning as she sat herself up with her arms. How could she have missed that shot? She didn’t understand. 

Raven had never missed a clear shot. 

She cursed to herself under her breath, readying another arrow in her bow and waited on her stomach, on the hill. Minutes went by, still no creature. Raven started to feel helpless, maybe it was the hunger in her stomach from being up past her bedtime that made her feel this way. 

Then another rustle, much louder than the last, echoed in the area. Could it be her king? She dusted herself off and stood to her feet in anticipation. Purple eyes wandered around the area, this time searching high in the trees for the hidden man, but found nothing. 

Unsteady on her feet, a suddenly uneasy feeling came over her. Could it be an intruder? Raven started down the hill with haste, she didn’t think she had the guts to murder someone. As twisted as her personality was, she knew her stomach wouldn’t handle such a thing. 

When she came across the creek once more, a body laid in the creek, contaminating their waters with blood. As she got closer, the person’s throat had been slit, so tiny it looked like it was done with a piece of freshly cut paper. Raven swallowed thickly, jumping over the body and asking no questions. 

Someone was among her. 

If not someone, then something. 

Her feet hit the pathway once more, looking back as she walked forward. Shivers went down her spine, she could feel someone watching her, but she wasn’t sure who. It couldn’t have been her king, no, she committed no crime tonight. 

Could it have been Bode watching over her? 

Raven looked forward, finding a man hunched over something. She paused her steps, blood growing cold. When the man stood to his feet, the moonlight hit him and Raven faced the familiar cloak that she had just seen some nights ago. 

Her dark king. 

He turned around to face her, the same emerald eyes glowing bright as he gave her a once over. She stayed still, though dared to take a step towards him. Raven kneeled on one knee as he approached her, he had blood dripping down his white blouse that was so sheer it showed his tattoos. 

“My dark ki–.” 

“Are you thrilled over the power I hold on these lands,” His voice coarse and thick, “Or do you just enjoy being on your knees for your king?” 

Raven blushed wildly, looking away for mere moments before swallowing thickly. 

“Tis always an honor to be in the presence of you, my king.” She said quietly, standing to her feet once more, she crossed her arms under her cloak as a brush of cold wind surpassed them. 

“For you, of course,” When he came closer to Raven, she felt her stomach start to bubble, “You tried to kill my creatures.” 

Raven stayed silent, she knew someone was watching her; she never expected it to be him, though. 

“You were following me?” 

“You called,” He mumbled, “For reasons which bore me, dreadfully.” 

“Called?” Raven pinched her face in confusion, she did not recall calling out to him. Only ever in her dreams, but how would that be possible for him to know?

He hummed the lullaby that Raven had been singing the last few days, her face washed in a pale white, watching as he took slow steps around her, in circles. 

“The lullaby,” He was now behind her, she could feel how close he was, “It beckons me to those who seek me.” 

Raven said nothing, her body was frigid and her gaze was locked onto the body up the road. She didn’t know that the song beckoned him, if she knew that; she would have him any time she wanted. 

“But you still tried to kill my creatures,” His voice darkened, a hand placed onto her shoulder and it made her knees buckle, “Another crime.” 

“A crime I did not commit.” Raven said above a whisper, fluttering her eyes shut. 

In seconds, Raven was whipped around, the king towered over her as he grabbed her face and squinted his eyes darkly. 

“Are you accusing your king of lying, Raven? That would not be very…” His fingers fled to her throat, backing her up until her back hit a large boulder behind them, “Smart of you.” 

Raven didn’t comment on his threat, instead studied the blood on his shirt; his abs flexed as the cold wind hit him, she didn’t think possible for him to feel such things. 

“You murdered those men.” 

“There were trespassers on my land.” He arched his brow. 

“You killed them for me.” 

Her heart raced at the thought. Her king protecting her, it made her heart melt and her skin crawl with excitement. Raven’s lips tugged upwards into a small smile at the thought. 

But then he laughed, a hardy, deep laugh that shook his stomach while his fingers clenched both sides of her neck a bit tighter. He then pulled her closer, inches from her face as he let out a growl. 

“I do not kill for my people, I kill for my amusement,” He spat through gritted teeth, in seconds his fingers wrapped around the black strands of her hair and pulled it tightly at the root. Raven let out a soft sound, rolling her eyes back, “Do you find this amusing to you?” 

Raven’s stomach was on fire; she desperately tried to ignore the way his fingers locked into her hair, but the sensation was more than she could ignore. 

When Raven couldn’t speak a word, it was when He realized that she was enjoying this. A tedious smirk barely showed on his face through the shadow’s of his hood. His fingers lightly massaged her scalp, causing a small sound and physical reaction from Raven, then he gently jerked on it again to make her mewl out. 

“Oh,” He said, “This is quite pathetic, isn’t it?” 

Raven’s eyes fluttered open at the comment, her lips parted. 

“If you believe I have committed a crime, then punish me.” Raven said quietly between the two of them, it was taking everything not to reach out to him and touch his chest. 

His eyes glimmered, “The punishment you haunt yourself with everyday is not enough, is it?” He breathed cold on her lips, Raven was close to closing the gap, “Torturing yourself with the thought of seeing me.” 

His lips grazed her jaw, Raven let out a moan so embarrassing just from the smallest touch. She felt his lips feather up her jaw until he was breathing into her ear. 

“But you cannot,” His voice was below a whisper, “For I do not answer the silent beckons of your wet dreams.” 

Raven’s breath hitched, “My dark king, I must admit my admirations—,” 

“If you feel the need to do so, please call me by my name,” He lapped a strip up her jaw, letting out a low grunt, “But do not expect for me to care for you, for I could snap your neck and walk away without a care.” 

Raven’s eyes darkened, “And what name might that be?” 

“Harry.” He pressed his lips against her ear. 

Her heart fluttered, “I have adored you for ages, Harry.” 

“Cute,” Harry chuckled quietly, creating a distance to rid Raven of the imaginative warmth he gave off, “As if I don’t have everyone on this land feeling the same way.” 

“My feelings are different,” Raven felt a pang of anxiety in her chest, stepping towards him, “I have admired you from afar. I have defended your name when many wouldn’t.” 

Harry flicked his hair back in a state of boredom, “And what makes you different from the rest?” He spared her a glance, “That you treat me with such royalty as if I am,” He then leaned towards her with a small smirk, tilting his head slowly, “Let me allow you to educate you, love. We do not have any kings in Neverland, just me.” 

Raven’s chest burned with fire, she couldn’t tell if it was rage from his rejection, or if it was the still lingering lust deep inside of her. 

“You rule this land, you have been our king—,” 

Harry laughed out in howl, shaking his head. 

“A king,” He remarks, “You humor me, Raven.” 

“Is that not what your title is?!” Raven finally snapped with irritation, fists balled by her side. 

“My title is whatever the fuck I want it to be,” He spat with his white teeth showing, canines sharp and ready, “A king protects his people. I could set Neverland ablaze and watch all of you scatter to the water to escape and feel nothing.” 

Raven’s eyes stared darkly at the man before her. The darkness inside of him excited her, it made the passion she had for him burn brighter than it ever had. If she had a choice, she would burn the place to the ground with Harry just to watch his emerald eyes glimmer with hints of red in them. 

He was darker than she thought he was. 

Raven took a step closer to him, parting her cold, chapped lips. 

“And what would one do to watch this land burn with you?” 

Before he could open his mouth to say anything, she dared to place a hand onto his bloodied chest. The warmth of the blood was the first time she had felt the other degree of weather in years. Her fingers enclosed around the fabric, only for Harry to grab her wrist and raise her arm in the air. One moment she was standing before him, the other she was being pinned back against the boulder, now with his full body against hers. 

“I see the darkness in you,” Harry smirked faintly, showing off his canine teeth in the corner. Raven inhaled sharply as his hand grabbed her hip and burned his fingers into her skin, “You feel it too, don’t you, Raven? You wish to act on it…” His breath hit her cheek as his tongue just barely lapped under her jaw, “But you wish to be a…good girl, for me?” 

Raven’s eyes fluttered closed as a whimper escaped her. She let out a small hum in approval, acceptance, knowing that if given the chance there would be a few people on this island she would cut to pieces with no mercy. Dary being one of them, though, Harry covered that for her. 

“Words,” His fingers pinched her cheeks, forcing Raven to look at him as he squinted down at her; the emerald hues now turned dark and mossy, “I need to hear you say it.” 

Her mind was fuzzy, the close vicinity was fucking with her head. Raven could easily close the gap, ease the burning feeling in her gut and devour every piece of him. When she opened her mouth to speak, it was stuck in her throat, and she kept having to swallow the block from the lack of oxygen she had in her lungs. 

“Yes…” Raven breathed out, shoulders relaxing as she flicked her gaze into his, “I do, my dark king.” 

Silence fell between them, Harry searching her face; she didn’t know what for, if he was studying her, if he was reading her mind to tell the truth. All she knew, and had known, was that she wanted to bite into the obsession that was him. She wanted to feed off of him, she wanted to rule this land and kill off anyone that crosses the two of them. 

Harry’s fingers pinched tighter around her cheek, then let go. When Raven let out a shallow breath, his lips smashed against hers. Her body only stiffened for a second, shocked, then relaxed and fed into him. Her long fingers disappeared into his long curly locks, tugging it to bring him impossibly close to her. 

Harry let out a growl against her lip, when she went to lap her lips, his teeth snatched her bottom lip and pulled on it slowly. She sucked in a harsh breath, he pierced the skin and she could taste the faintest taste of blood on her tongue when she swallowed. Harry’s hand moved down from her cheeks to her neck, grabbing it tightly as he tilted Raven’s head back and started to suck on her lip as if he hadn’t fed in some years. 

Inevitably, the burning in her stomach didn’t go away; only worsened. Raven knew exactly what she wanted, but the only concern was that it would feed her obsession for wanting more. When Harry pulled off her lip, they both tried to catch their breaths from the makeout session, but only gazed into each others eyes while her hand was still pinned against the cold boulder. 

She wished to touch him, and just at the thought, her wrist was freed. It fell by her side and she was able to reach out and unbutton his cloak. In the most unspoken message between them, they started to undress each other. 

Harry let his cloak fall to the dirt, then reached out to her and removed her cloak. He draped it over the boulder, saying nothing, then turned back to her as his fingers caressed the side of her face; he was able to see the deadly look she gave. It made his throat tighten, he could see that they shared the same evil inside of them, the same feeling of nothing. 

“You wish for power, do you not?” Harry’s gravely voice said, deeply, as he pushed her long sleeved green shirt off her shoulder, when his lips met her skin, she closed her eyes and tried to take in the question; but it was so hard when he was touching her. 

“I wish for you,” Raven admitted, untying the thin fabric shaped as a loose bow around his front, when it fell to the side, she started to slowly unbutton him as Harry’s mouth finally attached to her neck and sucked it viciously, “I wish for you in any way…” She pushed the shirt off his torso, exposing the ghostly white skin of his, it was almost gray; tattoo’s meshed together and faded, “Any shape or form…” Raven’s fingers drew down his chest, “I wish for anything you allow me to have, my king.” 

Harry shuddered at her words, drawing a long mewl from him as he breathed through a wide smirk. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” He whispered into her ear, biting down on her earlobe, “Now, get on your knees for me, lovie. I want to show you what I shall allow you to have,” When he met her gaze, he pouted his lip in fake sympathy, “And what I shall offer you, tis just a taste.” 

Raven smirked, biting down on her lip as she fell to her knees. Looking up at Harry, his cock twitched inside of his pants; his fingers unbuttoned the fabric of his brown, stained pants. They fell, it gave no imagination, he wore nothing underneath; Raven was looking up at the long length that dripped from the tip and twitched for her. 

The sight alone made her mouth water, she was swallowing down the pooling saliva in her mouth as Harry took his cock into his hand and pumped it slowly; his fingers glided over the veins that pulsated, with each stroke precum dripped and he’d only use it to lather himself for lubrication. 

“Open your mouth.” His words held no compliments, but Raven loved it. 

When her lips parted, her tongue fell past her lips and she opened her mouth wide for him. Harry anchored himself down to meet the height of her mouth. With his cock still in his hand, Harry watched as the tip slipped delicately onto her tongue and let out a bated breath; Raven closed her eyes, moving forward as she took his cock into her mouth and settled around the thick girth. 

“I can give you anything,” Harry’s groan vibrated through his throat as Raven started to lap her tongue around his cock, her moans vibrating around his length and making his toes curl. The way her tongue felt on the underside of his cock, to the way the tip bottomed out in the back of her throat, “Show me you are worthy–ah, of this, fuck.” 

Raven took those words to heart, she wanted to show just how worthy she was and more. She raised herself onto her knees, one hand around his length as she eased her throat and breathed steadily through her nose; in swift motions, she started to deep throat him, her hand stroking any part of his cock that couldn’t fit into her mouth. 

Harry’s stomach tied in knots, the cold air mixed with the pleasure made his balls tighten, with his thighs shaking. His long, thick fingers curled into her hair as he bucked his hips into her mouth. Watching the view from where he was above her, it was a beautiful sight. The sight of Raven’s spit falling and dripping from her chin, while her lilac eyes flicked upwards to make eye contact with him. 

“What a privilege this must be for you,” Harry tried to breathe, but the pleasure was too much; his chest burned, “Do you like the way my cock tastes? Is it everything you dreamed of?” 

Raven blushed, a flat hand against his thigh as she moaned against his cock. Harry tried to refrain from taking over and fucking her face until she cried; he wondered how her tears tasted, if they were salty, or sweet just like the way she looked. 

He couldn’t control it, he needed to be inside of her, and that was what he wanted; that is what he shall get from her. Harry pulled out from her mouth, a string of spit following from her mouth as a gasp left her. Raven tried to catch her breath, just as she went to wipe the spit from her lips, Harry commanded her to stand with a single flick of his two fingers. 

Face to face, Harry being as calculated as he was, wrapped his hands around her bottom and picked her up. Raven wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips clashed together in a heated kiss. Her tongue ran across his bottom lip, letting him taste himself on her tongue; Harry growled lowly, setting her down onto the seat of the boulder before pushing her back to lay onto her back. 

“You shall take anything from me,” Raven breathed in a moan as Harry unbuttoned her blouse and ripped it open to show her bare breasts, “Take anything you must, my king. You can, and will always, have it all. Anything you want.” 

Harry twitched at her words, staring darkly up at her. When slid her pants off, his mouth attached to her breast, one small inhale before he dug his canines into her skin. Raven cried out, reaching for his hair as her back arched; the pain enclosed around her body, but then a sudden burst of euphoria filled her veins as Harry started to suck the bleeding from her skin. Her eyes pinched together tightly, desperately trying to suppress the moans deep inside her throat. 

Harry let the taste fill his tongue while his hand disappeared between her legs; Raven let out a loud whine as the pads of his fingers slid through her slick folds. Using his fingers, he lapped up the creamy arousal around his fingers and brought it to the engorged pearl that throbbed. Raven pulled his hair tighter, Harry growling against her skin at the tension in his head as his fingers circled around her clit daringly. 

He hadn’t heard someone sing for him like this in decades, Raven was whimpering and whining underneath him as his mouth moved to her nipple and latched onto it. Flicking his tongue, lapping it over the hardened nub; he nibbled it and played with it as her body withered underneath him in pleasure. 

“H-Harry–,” Raven spoke his true name in desperation as the fire burned inside of her, a portal opening up to a new world that she could have, that he could give her. Each suck, each flick, each lick, Harry was feeding her a taste of what she could have and she never knew how starved she was for it until now, “O-Oh…my god.” 

Raven winced at the lack of touch when he latched off of her nipple, his eyes squinting at her before slowly kissing down her stomach lovingly, soothingly, though she knew these feelings inside of her were only ever one sided. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He mumbled against her skin, his fingers sliding down to her slick folds and stilling his movements carefully, “What I can give you?” Harry said it slowly as he entered his fingers inside of her, when a mewl left her, his lips wrapped around her clit and started to kitten lick it in slow, short, small circles. 

“I want it all,” Raven didn’t feel like herself, she felt different; suddenly the color of her skin started to mute, as if Harry was converting her into him, “Give it to me, I want–ah!”

Raven watched as Harry’s nose sat at the top of her cunt, digging further into his late night snack. The wet feeling of his tongue lapped in longer strokes each time while his fingers slowly curled inside of her, pumping with each curl, her arousal was pooling around his knuckles and chin as his tongue worked around her. 

Her legs locked around his head, tightly, tighter, each lick made her body contort and twitch; her soul descended, then came back to her. She was seeing the world as it was, as it is, and as it always will be. Harry was doing her a favor, she was feeding into it, just as Harry wanted her too; Raven couldn’t fathom the power of what Harry had to offer her. 

“I’m…” Raven felt her cunt burn, her clit twitched and lit on fire as his tongue circled faster around her. 

It was the end for her, embarrassingly fast enough, the fireworks lit inside of her and her nails dug into the thick boulder as the lower half of her body raised from the surface. Raven cried out in pleasure, whimpers, pleas, Harry worked her through her first, and not the only, orgasm of the night. She drenched his chin, even when her body felt fucked and tired, Harry still sucked viciously on her pearl to make her oversensitive; he wanted to see the tears that he could bring her. 

“S-Stop–ah!” Raven tried to inch away from him, only for his fingers to dig into her thighs and lock her down against the boulder as his tongue worked in circular motions against her. Raven’s eyes watered as her thighs shook violently, lashing above him as the over sensitive feeling washed over her in a hot bath of fire until she drew another orgasm that was so deep and hot, “Ah! Fuck! F-Fuck, y-yes, oh my–,” 

Harry drew away from her, but not before kissing her clit. When he watched her body deflate, he felt accomplished, but there was more he was willing to give; he was not ready for this to be over. Not when he hadn’t shown her everything he had to offer. Tis just a taste. 

Harry kissed her ankle, grabbing her hips as he pulled her close to him. 

“You are right…” She said in a daze, “It’s so…beautiful.” 

His fingers catch the arousal around his chin, lapping it up and bringing it to his lips and sucking it off his fingers. He hummed, biting down on his lip as he positioned himself against her entrance, staring darkly down at her. 

“Are you ready to see the rest of it?” Harry’s voice was filled with lust and devious matters. 

���Please, my king,” Raven whimpered, “I beg of you to show me.” 

Harry hummed lightly, pushing his tip into her. Raven, while she was wet, was tight. Harry had no problem stretching her out with his thick girth, as he pushed himself into her, his lips parted as they glistened in the wet moonlight. 

“You have been such a good girl,” Harry finally praised her, he lifted her dead legs around his waist and pushed himself further; her wet cunt hugged his cock so tightly, he thought he was going to cum within moments. He had to collect himself. 

Raven couldn’t bring herself to react, even physically, the second orgasm brought all the energy out of her. Her walls stretched around him, he was thick and big, it made her sore legs shake before he found himself to pull back and get to work. 

Harry leaned down, brushing her hair out of her face, “But I know you’ve got a demon in there,” He kissed her pale lips, nudging his nose against her cheek as her eyes glimmered, “That little demon begs to come out and play, wouldn’t you agree, lovie?” 

Raven whined out, a sudden urge of aggression vibrating through her as she clutched his locks and swallowed thickly. Dark purple eyes met his emerald ones, and she brought him closer as she just barely touched his lips. 

“Let her come out,” She whispered softly against his lips, when Harry went to kiss her, she inched back and stared darkly, “Let her free.” 

Harry smirked wide, “Of course,” He breathed against her lips, finally tasting her before mumbling against her lips, “Show me your demons, Raven.” 

Their lips clashed once more, just as Harry drew his hips back and slammed them against hers hard. Raven cried out against his lips, wrapping her arms around his back. Harry grabbed her throat, squeezing the sides as he bottomed out to the hilt of hers; Raven lost her breath as the pleasure filled her, his tongue dancing with hers, the stars in the sky cried in showers of dead bursts of light. 

When Raven closed her eyes, the vision came more clearly; the vivid rebellion of her in bear skin and finest gold; the nights of her in the bed with Harry, in a king sized bed, while she rode him until he came. Raven envisioned the overlook of the village, the power it brought her, and when she came to…

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Harry grumbled against her skin. 

Raven’s fingers were digging tightly into his skin, blood embedded underneath her fingernails as Harry drilled into her cunt. The quiet of the night interrupted with the powers of their pleasure and skin slapping in the night, they begged for each other quietly, loudly, wildly. 

Harry’s cock worked her cunt, the tip continuously hitting her g-spot as his fingers flicked away at her irritated clit; if there was a God, Raven could see him so clearly in the makeshift religious experience. Her toes curled as she approached the third coming of her orgasm, loud whimpers and moans ripping through her throat as her nails dug deeper to claw into the bloody back of her king’s. 

The pain only edged Harry more to his first orgasm, recklessly thrusting and fucking into her, his stomach boiled with each thrust; his toes curled as he slapped the boulder beside her face and pulled her torso closer to her. Raven now sitting up, Harry grabbed her ass and squeezed it so tight there were marks forming within seconds. He held her up, her legs wrapped around him, as he caught her nipple into his mouth and started stroking sloppily at a hard and fast pace, offbeat and messy. 

Raven’s arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as her moan ripped through her throat; spilling messily against his cock. She was ripping through her third orgasm, wetting her thighs and Harry’s pelvis, while Harry’s nails clawed into her asscheeks and came in long thick ropes inside of her; marking her as forever property of his, never to leave his side, and that was the silent contract in this game they played with one another. 

Their bodies deflated, when Harry couldn’t hold the weight any longer, he sat her back down onto the boulder and let his flaccid length fall out of her. Both of them fucked, though Harry recovered easily than her, she could barely hold her eyes open. She wondered for a moment, how would she get up and walk all the way back home after this? 

After some moments, silent and thick, Raven and Harry got dressed without a word. She buttoned up her blouse, avoiding eye contact with him. She rested her body against the boulder, taking in the actions and the blur of it all; the memory fading faster than she’d like, but the euphoria still lingered in her veins. 

Harry put his robe over his head, parting his wet lips as he glanced towards her. 

“It’s late…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say, “I must reside back too–,” 

Just as Raven went to walk back towards the dirt road, Harry grabbed her wrist tightly, staring darkly as he pulled her to him. 

“Where do you think you are going?” Harry spat in distaste, grabbing her chin to make her look at him, Raven’s eyes were wide; “You belong to me now.” 

Raven’s eyes softened at his words, slowly a smirk stretched on her lips. 

“Yes, my dark king.” 

[cinemastyles-backup]

Summary: request by theladyvalkurie - "Pornstar!Harry invites Y/N to be in a video"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, sex in front of cameras, hair pulling, choking, oral, scratching, squirting with fingering, just absolute FILTH

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"So how's work going?" I ask with a slight chuckle, "You must have a lot of hard days."

He shakes his head and laughs, "You're a funny girl, y/n. Funny. Girl." He takes a deep breathe.

"What?" I lean back on the couch and look at him.

"Actually." He scratches his cheek and smiles, "Okay, this is a lot more nerve racking than I thought." He rests his hands on his knees and looks at me, "I want you to be in a video with me."

I about spit out my drink, "I'm sorry. I just thought I heard you ask me to be in a porn video with you."

He nods, "I did."

I raise my eyebrows, "Wow, Harry. Um." I laugh nervously, "That's. Wow."

He raises his hands in defense, "If you don't want to, I totally understand." I shake my head, "I didn't say I didn't want to."

He tilts his head, "Huh?"

"I just, needed a minute to process what the fuck you just asked me." I walk over to him and tilt his head up with my finger, "I'll do it." His hand slides up my legs and land on my hips, "Yeah?"

I nod and smile at him, "What's the video going to be?" I sit on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck, "Step sister? I'll be the naughty little school girl?"

He smirks and runs his finger up and down my leg, "It can be anything you want it to be."

I nod and think for a moment, "How about, I be your little sex slave. You can do anything you want to me." He raises an eyebrow, "What are you boundaries?"

I laugh, "From the amount of times we've fucked, I think you know what my boundaries are."

He nods, "You're right, y/n." He pulls me closer to him, his hard cock pushing into my leg, "What do you say we practice one more time? Hmm." He nuzzles his nose against my neck.

I bite my lip and stand up, "Let's let the tension rise so we can give your crew a good show tomorrow, hmm." He scoffs, "You're going to do me like that?" I stand up, "No. I'm going to do you tomorrow."

"Text me when you get home?"

I turn to him, "Harry. I live right next door." He smirks, "I know."

"Okay." I bite my lip and exit his apartment. I walk a few feet to my door and walk in.

Me: I'm home. That walk was treacherous.

I set my phone down on the counter and lean on it, agreeing to what Harry asked hitting me.

So many questions are flying around in my head making me think I should have stayed and practiced with Harry.

"Fuck it." I grab my phone and walk back over to Harry's, knocking on the door.

"Coming." He yells from inside. A few seconds later he opens the door, "Change your mind?" He asks with a smirk. I look up at him with a smirk, "Maybe."

He nods for me to come in. I walk past him, "I just have a bunch of questions that I didn't know I had until I got home."

"You were gone for five minutes." He chuckles, "What's up?"

"Do I have to exaggerate my moans and shit like the girls do in the videos?"

"You mean fake it?" He squints, "Do you fake it with me, y/n?"

I start to panic and shake my head, "No, no, no."

He smirks, "I'm just fucking with you, chill out." I push his shoulder and sigh, "Not funny. This is going to be on the internet, Harry. I don't want to embarrass myself."

He walks over and cups my face, "I promise you. You'll be the biggest hit on the internet."

I bite my lip, "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah." He nods and goes to step back but I grab him and push myself against him, kissing his lips. He wraps an arm around me and pulls away, "So you do want to rehearse this?"

"Shut up." I pull him back to me and he lifts me up. He carries me over to the couch and sits down so I'm straddling him. His hands grope my ass and slowly slide my leggings down so he can feel my skin.

"I want to fuck your throat tomorrow."

"You have full control over me." I smirk and slide down, my knees hitting the carpet, "Anything you want." He bites his lip and starts to slide his pants down.

My eyes focus on his cock and I wrap my hand around it, "You're so big." I say like the way they say it in the porn videos. He laughs, "Shut up." I smirk and wrap my lips around the tip, slowly licking his precum off.

He gasps and tilts his head back, "Fuck." I work my way down slowly, using my fingers to gently massage his balls which earns me a loud moan.

I sit back, "All yours." I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He stands up and places his cock on my tongue. I look up at him from under my lashes and he smirks before slipping his cock into my mouth, pushing it into my throat.

I gag slightly and close my eyes preparing myself for him. He starts to slowly thrusts as he holds my head still. His thrusts become a bit rougher and faster.

Tears well up into my eyes and the noise of him in my throat fill my ears.

He pulls out and lifts me to my feet, "I want to taste you." He sets me down on the couch and gets down on his knees. He pulls my pants off and spreads my knees apart. He licks his lips before leaning it, slipping his tongue in and out of me.

I arch my back off the couch and moan at his touch, "Fuck, Harry." He slips his arms under my legs and pulls my hips into him. I dig my heels into his back and claw at the couch, "Fuck."

He groans as he slurps at my pussy. His fingers dig into my skin.

"H-Harry." I gasp as I twist his long hair into my fists, "Oh Shit." I moan loud and tilt my head back as he brings me to orgasm, "Fuck, fuck." I repeat over and over again.

He pulls away and kisses up my legs, leaning over me to kiss my lips, "Devine as always." He points to the arm of the chair, "Bend over that."

I nod and get into position. He places one foot on the couch and the other is on the floor. He spits, which I can feel run down over my ass. He rubs it on my pussy before pushing the head of his cock in.

"Fuck." He groans deeply, "Tomorrow is going to be so fun." He thrusts all the way in and pulls my hips to meet him.

I gasp and tilt my head back, him taking the opportunity to grab a fist full of my hair and yank, "You like that, huh?" I moan in response.

His thrusts are hard and slow, "I can't wait to fuck you in front of those cameras tomorrow."

"Show everyone how much of a dirty girl you really are."

"Harry." I whimper as my body starts to shake. He reaches around and rubs my clit in circles, "Cum for me, y/n."

I gasp and hand my head down, pushing against him as much as I can. I squeeze my thighs together as my high rips through me for the second time.

He wraps and arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder as his thrusts finally get sloppy. He pulls out and I can feel his cum spurt all over my back and asscheeks.

He rests his forehead on my shoulder as we both breathe heavy.

"Stay there I'll go get you a towel." He kisses my head as he goes to the bathroom. He comes out and wipes off my back side, "There ya go."

I sit down on the couch and take a deep breathe, "I think we'll be fine for tomorrow." He chuckles, "That we will."

"So like, is it nerve racking to do that on camera?" I grab a blanket and cover my body as I stretch out on the couch. He slides his boxers on and sits down, "Eh, sometimes. You get used to it."

I nod, "Hmm."

"Why? You want to make a career out of it?" He smirks, "I can make that happen."

I roll my eyes, "Only if it's with you, Mr Styles."

"I can make that happen."

I smile slightly, "We'll see."

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"Ready to go?" Harry asks as he leans against the doorway of the bathroom.

I turn around and nod, "Let's do this."

We walk down to Harry's car and he opens my door, "Wow. Such a gentleman." I tease as I slip in. He shuts my door and walks around to his, "I try my best."

I chew on the inside of my lip, the nerves about having sex in front of a group of people setting it.

"Oh, by the way, I made some phone calls after you fell asleep last night. It'll just be one person in with us today. I made sure to make it as comfortable as I could for you." He looks over at me and smiles.

I sigh, "Okay good. Because I was afraid I would have chickened out if there was a whole stadium watching us."

He laughs, "A stadium? There's like 5 at most sometimes. I mean, it depends on what video you're doing but still."

I stare out the window as we drive to our destination.

"Just stay focused on me the whole time, alright? I got you." He lays a hand on my leg to comfort me. I nod once and lay a hand on his.

"And we're here." He puts his window down and stops at the shack thing, "Harry Styles and y/n y/l/n."

"Have a good shoot guys." The guard says while tipping his hat.

"Oh we will." Harry winks at me before pulling into his parking spot. "Ready? Let's go meet the crew." I get out of the car and Harry takes my hand, "If you want to stop at anytime, just let me know."

"I'll be okay. I just have to get over this anxiety. I want to do this." I smirk, "We're doing this." He lays his arm over my shoulder and we walk into the building.

"Hey Styles. This must be y/n." A man with a beard holds his hand out for me to shake. I lay my hand into him and he nods, "Nice to meet you, I'm Hoyt. I am the camera man for most of these videos on this side of the studio. That over there, that's who we call, Tad. He's one of the directors."

"Nice to meet you." I look over in the direction of Tad and he nods with a smile and a small wave.

"Which room will we be shooting in today, Hoyt?" Harry asks, "Please tell me it's the light room."

"It is in fact the light room." Hoyt nods with a laugh, "Go give y/n the walk through and I'll see you guys soon."

Harry pulls me down a hall. I can hear loud, over exaggerated moans coming from within the walls.

"That's Zak and Mia. Drama queens." Harry rolls his eyes and stops outside of a door labeled with L.R.

"This." He open the door, "Is where we'll be." He motions for me to step inside and the room is lit up with purple led lights all around the top trim of the walls. There is a large bed, a leather couch and weird, long looking chair that I'm guessing you lay on? I have no idea.

The bed has handcuffs already attached to all four corners of it and there's a wall with different toys and props.

"You like it?" Harry asks walking up behind me. He places a hand on my waist. I turn towards him, "Can't wait to fuck you in the light room."

"Hey Harry. Is this y/n?" A lady asks standing at the door. He nods, "Yes this is. Y/n, this is Stacy. She does the hair, makeup, and styling."

"Hi." I smile and wave.

She smiles, "Whenever you're ready, I'm three doors down on the left." She walks away and I look at Harry, "I guess I better go get ready."

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"All done."

I turn to look in the mirror and I'm shocked at how hot I look. This green lace set really looks good on me. "Wow. Thank you!" I turn to Stacy and she smiles, "Anything for our performers." She winks.

I throw on the robe she gave me and I walk back into the room. Harry is sitting there with jeans and a white floral print shirt that's halfway unbuttoned, taking to Hoyt.

"There she is!" He smiles and walks over to me, "Whenever you're ready to start you just let me know." I nod and start to untie my robe. I pause for a moment, kicking out all of my anxiety.

I look over at Hoyt, "Ready?" He nods, "I'll roll whenever that robe comes off, honey." I smile slightly and nod. I look at Harry who's sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me.

He tilts his head and has his palms pressed together as his elbows rest on his knees.

I slip the robe off my shoulders and out of the corner of my eye, I see Hoyt raise the camera.

I slowly walk towards Harry as I continue to take the robe off. I let it drop just as I get over to him and his hands immediately find contact with my skin.

I straddle him and lean down with him as he lays back. We start to make out and I arch my back, sticking my ass out more for the shot.

His hands slide up and down my body, slipping in and out of the straps of my outfit.

We roll over and he kisses down my neck, over my chest and down my stomach. He leans up, "Take this off for me." He pulls a strap on my thigh and lets it snap against my skin.

I sit up onto my knees and reach behind me to undo my bra. I teasingly slide the material down my arms and off my body, dropping it on the bed beside me.

My hands cup my boobs as I slide them down my stomach. I lifts my legs up and slide my panties down my legs, just as slow.

He grabs my ankles as soon as they're off and pulls me to the end of the bed. I spread my legs and he kisses up my calf and thigh until he gets to my clit. He takes it between his lips and starts to suck and flick it with his tongue.

I gasp and arch my back. My eyes roll back at the sensation and I let out a moan.

Harry brings his hand up and continues to rub as he moves down and licks up my slit. I look down at him and watch as he eats me out, whimpering and moaning as the feeling.

"Harry." I moan loudly, "Fuck." I run a hand through his hair and push his face into me. He slides his finger down and slips it into me. I gasp and pull his hair a bit harder. He moans at the feeling and slips another finger in. He starts to finger fuck me fast, "Cum for me."

I reach down and rub my clit, becoming a whimpering moaning mess, "Shit. Shit. Shit." I moan loud and gasp as I can feel myself squirt onto his hand.

"That's it baby, fuck." He groans, "You gunna do that again for me?" He looks up at me and I nod, breathing heavy.

"Good girl." He inserts his fingers again and starts up at his pace. My fingers go to my clit again and I pull my leg back, moaning as the feeling comes back, "Fuck." I arch my back off the bed as Harry moan, "That a girl. Fuck."

He stands up and starts to unbutton his shirt. I keep my fingers on my clit as I watch him take his clothes off, "I need you." I whimper, "Fuck. I need you so bad."

Once he's naked he crawls on top of me, "You'll get me here soon, baby." He brings a hand up and runs a thumb over my bottom lip, "I need to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours."

He moves up so he's hovering above my chest. I bring my hands up and wrap both hands around his cock, pumping him as I suck on the tip.

"Fuck, baby." He moans as he smooths my hair out. I look up at him, "Whenever you want it." I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He groans quietly as he taps the tip on my tongue a few times.

He slips his cock into my mouth and it goes straight into my throat, "Oh fuck you feel so good." He moans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, "Fuck."

The sound of saliva squishing and me gagging is loud. Tears streak down my cheeks as he's a bit rougher than he was last nights "Shit!" He grabs my hair and bobs my head to meet his thrusts, "Shit baby."

He pulls out and stands up, "Come here." I sit up and crawl over to him. He turns me around and spreads my ass cheeks apart, circling his fingers around my top hole, "You look so tight."

His fingers move down to my pussy and his fingers enter me again, curling them slowly as his thumb rubs my clit. I moan and arch my back again, "Harry." I moan as I reach around to spread my cheek for him.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard." He pulls my hips as he lines himself up, thrusting in causing me to scream out with pain and pleasure, as I'm still a little sore from last nights fucking.

His grip is hard, probably enough to leave bruises and his thrusts are so hard and deep I think I blacked out for a moment because it felt so good.

Hoyt brings the camera around to capture my reaction to Harry's cock and I give him an honest shot. My fingers are clawing at the bed sheets as my eyes roll back. Moaning and groaning with each hit of Harry's hips on my ass.

"Fuck!" I squeal out as I can feel my orgasm coming again, "Harry! Please do-don't stop. Don-" I let out a scream as he pull out and vigorously rubs my clit.

My body jolts forward and back as I cum, all over the bed.

"That's it. That's fucking it." Harry groans as slips back into me, "Fuck. Your pussy feels so good." He rubs my asshole with his thumb and slowly slips it in. I gasp and throw my head back at the added pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck." I moan and push my hips back to meet his thrusts, "Your cock feels so good." I moan loudly and throw my head down into the mattress.

"Cum all over my cock, I know you wanna cum again." He groans while bringing his hand down to connect hard with my skin.

His words. His voice. How he's fucking me is enough to keep making me cum back to back to back.

I grip the sheets and clench around him as the third orgasm shreds through my body. My legs get shakey and my head goes fuzzy, "F-fuck."

"Turn around here." He groans and I turn around as quickly as I can once he pulls out. I close my eyes just as his cum shoots out and lays on my face. I stick my tongue out and catch some on there.

"Fuck." He gasps and moans as he comes down off his high, "Shit." He opens his eyes and looks down at me. He smiles as he takes his finger and drags it through his cum, placing his finger in my mouth for me to suck clean.

"And cut." Hoyt says, "That was so fucking hot. The comfortability level was insane. The people are going to love this." He snaps and points at Harry, "Great job, mate."

Harry nods and grabs a robe, draping it over my shoulders, "There's a bathroom right through that door. Go get cleaned up and I'll meet you out here." He runs a hand over my hair and smiles, "You did amazing."

I smile and walk to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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A few days later I walk into Harry's apartment. He's on the phone with someone with a big smile on his face.

"Fuck, that's amazing. Yes, please. No, no. I'll tell her, I'll tell her." He looks over at me and points, "Yeah she's here now so I'll call you right back."

He hangs up the phone and throws it on the couch, "They want to give us our own channel."

My eyes go wide, "Th- what?"

"Our own channel, y/n. You and me. The users absolutely went feral over our video. Something about the level of intimacy and connection we had." He walks over, "Only if you're down for it."

"It will only be you and I fucking each other?" I raise an eye brow, "No one else?"

He shakes his head, "Not unless you want there to be."

I smirk, "Well, I guess I can finally stop being jealous about you fucking other girls now, so I'm in."

"You what?" He leans back and looks at me.

"I said I'm in." I smile and sit down on the couch. He shakes his head, "No no, the part before that." I cross my arms, "We'll only be fucking each other?"

"After that, y/n." He sits down next to me, "Why didn't you say anything?" I shrug, "Because we are only f.w.b's. You're not supposed to get feelings."

"We'll we aren't just f.w.b's anymore. We're co-workers." He winks and I laugh, gently smacking his shoulder, "Let's plan some videos."

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[hsgucci94]

Her first

Summary: The one where Y/N joins One Direction on tour and decides to lose it to Harry.

Content warnings: first-time sex, fluff, ~ you might actually fall in love ~.

Word count: 2k

A/N: i’m a sucker for cute long hair harry, so in my mind this took place in 2015, while One Direction was still on tour :’)

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Harry's lips tasted like candy..., maybe because they were so pink and fluffy, or maybe because he had just been eating some of the one Y/N bought from the candy shop around the corner. Either way, his lips were addictive, and she always found herself gluing them to hers whenever she had the chance.

Another day, another kissing session, and she was not complaining at all. Ever since she joined One Direction on tour a couple of weeks back, neither her or Harry had been able to stay away from one another for too long. They ate, walked everywhere and practically spent their days together. The only two moments along the day where they weren't inseparable were when he was onstage and when they both went to sleep. They'd been together for four months now, but so far, they hadn't taken it further than kissing. They hadn't had the chance to just yet. In fact, this was the first time they were kissing in such an intimate place: his bedroom.

Parks, friends' parties, and even backstage: they had kissed almost everywhere, but always open-pit. Which was something that came to Y/N’s mind the moment he rested his hand on top of her knee. Nothing he hadn't done before, but when he had, there were people around and in that moment none was.

“I…,” she gulped, suddenly pulling away from him. She bit the inside of her cheek while she looked away. Her heart started beating hard against her chest, resounding through her ears.

Harry frowned, quickly fixing his posture, as well as the noticeable boner that had started growing in his jeans, "ls everything alright, baby?"

She could feel her cheeks turning red, while her anxiety was slowly but intensely making an appearance after days of barely hearing from her. She would have lied and told him she was fine, but the sweat in the palms of her hands and her sudden stutter gave it away before she could come up with an excuse.

"Y/N?" he softly spoke, both scared and concerned, "What's wrong?"

"I... l'Il come by later."

"No," he carefully wrapped his hand around her wrist, keeping her sat on the bed, "Tell me, please. I can't let you leave the room like this," he gulped, "Did I... do something?"

No... Yes? The whole situation was embarrassing to the core, she thought to herself.

"I, um-" she bit the inside of her cheek so hard she made herself bleed, "This level of intimacy... I've never gone further than a few steamy kisses, Harry. And now you, um, you're getting a bit excited down there and...", she could only murmur those words, unable to bring her voice to sound normal while she mouthed them out.

For a split second he just stood there, looking at her, until he finally understood what exactly she was trying to say. His eyes opened slightly, his lips parted, before a relieved sigh escaped from them. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

"Oh, God... You almost gave me a heart attack, Y/N." He chuckled, shaking his head. Her cheeks were now even more red if posible. He noticed them; it was hard not to. "It's me, baby." Harry reminded her, "No need to feel embarrassed."

"But it is embarrassing,” she replied, still fighting to get her voice back to its normal tone.

"Why?," he frowned.

"Because..., because I'm inexperienced, Harry."

"So? Listen," he then stretched one of his hands for her, his palm showing, and when she put hers on top of it, he smiled, "I like you, I thought it was obvious?" a shy smiled appeared on her face, "You're dead gorgeous, funny, sweet and caring, just to sum up. I couldn't care less wether you were a virgin or not, trust me. It's fine by me either way," he assured her.

He had kind of got the hint a few days back anyway, when she suggested sleeping in separate rooms. Somehow he was just waiting for her to tell him with complete confidence. He thought they had already reached that point in their relationship where they both could practically talk about anything, but he might had been a bit wrong.

She looked him in the eyes, but didn't say a word.

"You don't believe me, do you?”, he giggled, and she didn't contradict him, which was enough for him to know she actually didn't.

It was not exactly that she didn't believe his words, she just found it hard to understand he didn't care as much as she did about her non existent sexual experience. She was 21 years old and still hadn't shared that type of intimacy with anyone. There was no way he didn't think weird of her, she thought, but apparently he didn't.

"Okay, I know what we're gonna do. From now on, you set the pace. We will kiss, cuddle or whatever whenever you want to and you feel like it. You wanna hold my hand? Feel free to do it. You wanna lay on my chest and play with my hair? You're more than welcome to. Intimacy is not just sex, baby, is everything. It's a closeness in attraction and appeal of thought, emotion and physical language. All three, actually, not just the last one, which we can forget about for now. How does that sound?"

By the time he stopped talking she was speechless, too caught off guard from all he had previously said and how good his words made her feel.

"Y/N?”, he called her, trying to get her to say something. Anything, really. Instead of trying to form a coherent sentence, something she was just not able to do after hearing him talk, she looked down at hers and Harry's hand glued together and entwined her fingers with his, slightly squeezing them as an answer.

"What if..., what if I told I was ready?"

"Then I'd kiss you like I was a few minutes ago and l'd try my best to make you feel good," he said, "Sex is fun. And when you feel ready, we can try it together. But don't feel pressured to do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?"

She nodded, and he brought her to him, her head now resting on his shoulder. "I really wanna do it, though," she admitted.

"Won't you rather wait a bit?"

"A bit more you mean?" she lifted her face to look at him, giggling, and making him giggle as well.

"Are you sure about this? I don't mind-," she didn't let him finish, and pressed her lips against his instead. "Alright, got it," he chuckled, "C'mere."

He grabbed her hand, and walked them both to the side of the bed, where they stood in front one another as they both carefully stripped down their clothes, their eyes constantly fixed on the other.

"Fuck, you're perfect, Y/N. Every inch of you is," he murmured, his eyes going up and down her body as she simply stayed there, not even having the urge to cover her skin with her arms because she was not feeling uncomfortable at all. Harry was looking at her as someone would look at art in a museum, entirely taking in the sight of her that was in front of him: her chest, her waist, her belly button, the scar right under her hips…, everything.

When she laid on the mattress, he did, too.

"I need you to spread your legs for me. That's right," he smiled at her when she did, his hands on the inside of her tights to keep them open while he positioned between them.

When he was at her entrance, he checked with her one more time to see if she still wanted to go on, and when she gave him a nod, it wasn't enough for him, "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes", she replied, a nervous smile between her lips, and that's how he got the green light.

"It's gonna hurt a bit, baby... I'Il try ease the pain, though.” When she felt him inside her, she momentarily held her breath. "I need you to relax," he murmured, pressing their foreheads together, "Play with my curls, yeah? I know you love that. Get distracted with them, while you keep on looking at me so I can read your face at every move. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded, burying one of her hands in his hair, the other grabbing a piece of bedsheet to pull at whenever the pressure hit harder. He leaned in to kiss her, pressing his lips to hers before moving them somewhere else as he got deeper into her, always being careful not to be too harsh with every movement; he didn't want to hurt her.

He used his kisses as a distraction, to make the whole process feel less uncomfortable and painful for her. He left them on her neck and on her collarbone. In the back of her ear as well, where he soon learnt she had a soft spot that made her slightly shiver whenever his lips brushed against it. Soft movements and calculated thrusts helped him navigate inside of her until he reached his final destination, his body slightly shivering on top of hers when he did. His head fell on Y/N, his long hair tickling her cheeks while his face was hidden in the crook of her neck.

He then moved his head up and looked at her, "You did so good, baby." She blushed a bit. "I promise it'll only get better from now on," he pressed his lips to hers, making her smile mid-kiss. He slowly pulled out of her, murmuring a few "Sorry, baby.…. I'm sorry," whenever she made a grimace. She was still a bit too sensitive.

Harry got ride of the condom, before laying next to her on the bed, one of his arms grabbing her by her waist to turn her to him, her face now just inches away from his.

"How are you feeling?"

Y/N smiled at him, caressing his cheek, "I'm achy, but I'm okay." He nodded, smiling too, and kissed her lips again.

"I need you to go to the bathroom and make sure you pee. I'll wait for you right here to cuddle." He then moved his body a bit to let her out of bed.

A few steps later, she was already sat on toilet. She hadn't even bothered to switch on the light; it was going to be quick. She smirked, casually realising what had just happened a few seconds back.

"And that, folks, is how you lose your V-card to Harry Styles," she shouted. She heard his hysterical laugh right away, which only made her smile bigger.

"Hurry back, you crazy woman. I want cuddles!"

When she went back to bed, he anxiously pulled her to him, locking his legs with hers. His cock slightly brushed against her leg, but she pretended she didn't feel it. Instead, she focused on his embrace, on his emerald green eyes and his rosey lips that adorably smiled at her.

"Can I sleep here with you tonight?”, she said after some time, enjoying the closeness she was experiencing with someone for the first time.

"Tonight and every night if you wish," he replied, kissing her on the forehead, "I'd hate to see you leave to your room one more night."

"I'd hate to leave, too," she admitted.

"That's it, then, it's been settled: as of right now, we'll share the bed wherever we go." She giggled, fully agreeing with that statement.

After some more late night talking, her eyes started to feel way too heavy for her to keep them open, and ended up falling asleep in Harry's arms, him drifting away not much later.

[fallingforel]

6 & 101 please! Fluff with Harry - imagine these used in a bit of banter between them x

a/n: If you would like to put in a request the people I write for and the prompt list is here.

words: 855 words (sorry it's one of my shorter ones I was running dry for ideas.)

PROMPT 6 & 101: “This isn’t fair!” “I hope you’re happy.”

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2023

I had joined Harry on love on tour this year, with our 7 year old daughter in tow, we had decided that she would do virtual school as it was too much of a risk of her being recognised at school, when Harry or I would pick her up, having our relationship being in the public eye for 10 years now, plus it allowed us to be on tour with Harry, hating being away from him just like I went through when he was in One direction.

Now we were sitting on the hotel room bed, after coming back from our anniversary dinner, Mitch and Sarah taking Juliet for the night. currently reminiscing on our relationship of 10 years. We hadn't gotten married.

"Do you remember The night we made Juliet?" I asked

"vaguely, remind me again what happened"

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31st October 2015 (a/n sorry 1d fans I know it's a soft spot 😔)

Harry and I had just gotten back from going out on a night out to celebrate the last ever show with Harry's bandmates, we celebrated out in sheffield and now we had gone to our flat, sheffield was my home town so it was a bittersweet moment for me, because sheffield was where Harry and I had met 2 years ago while he was doing his take me home tour and now everything was changing but not our relationship. No our relationship was as strong as ever and it had been some amazing past 2 years with him.

Now though, I was lounging about in out flat just watching out the big panel window of our flat, While Harry was somewhere around doing something. Harry and I had bought this flat before he left for the on the road again tour, and now we finally had time to spend in it together.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks while wrapping his arms around me while his front is pressed against my back, making me jump about 6 feet in the air. "geez H! way to scare a girl, why don't you go scare Petal while you're at it Harry" Petal was my cat from my old flat, from before I met Harry. She was a stray when I took her in finding her in a bunch of petals while walking home. I took her to the nearest to the vets but there was no record of previous owners and I couldn't just leave her there when she was just a baby so I gave her a good life and promised to give her all the love any animal deserves.

Looking down at the cat, who had now disappeared from where she was previously and not being anywhere where she was in plain sight taking it as a sign that she was scared. Harry and now moved to be facing me looking me right in the eye, "oh come on darling,this isnt fair you sneak up on me all the time, like this morning when we were at the venue you came up and hugged me making me jump 12 foot in the air." "that's different!" "Oh is it now?" he asks sarcastically "yes it is" I say before pulling him in for a kiss.

We stay kissing for a few moments before Harry pulls away. "Wow way to make a girl know that you don't like her Harry" I tease playfully. "Oh yeah, Y/n I have some news. After, being with you for 2 years and buying a flat with you. I don't like you." He teases back with the same amount I just gave him "I hope you're happy. Just for that, you can sleep on the sofa tonight." I say, acting serious before walking into the bedroom, knowing I'm only joking.

He follows me while talking "oh come on Y/n/n, you know I love you." he pauses then says "I" was only joking". I giggle before I say "so was I you fool, haha got you" he joins me on the bed tickling me. "you little menace, had my heart going for a second thought I'd really upset you. You are so crafty honestly." He says before kissing me again, going a bit deeper this time.

And that was that, this was where we would start our family.

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2023

"ahh, Now I remember I loved that night, you looked gorgeous. Not that you don't now though"

"Harry, you have always been so scared of upsetting me I love you for it though"

"you know maybe for good measures we should try again, I don't feel as though we're complete yet."

"Is it really the best time though? What about me being too pregnant to fly? What about Juliet? "

"You won't be. I have a break coming up in july, I can easily not go on tour for another couple of years. As for Juliet, she's been telling me how she wants a brother or sister."

"Okay, Harry. You'll have to give me a few days so I can book in to get my IUD out, then we'll start."

And that was that before 3 became 4.

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the end.

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So cute such a baby girl

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Take That Back

Summary: Low key angry sex?

Word count: 3.1k words

I wrote this a lil while ago and it's based on my own characters.

Warnings: Smut and pure smut :)

If you guys have any feeback or requests that would be really much appreciated

"You're gonna want to take that back, Y/N" He stands up from his seat, starting towards me where I'm sat by the kitchen island with my spoonful of food halfway between the plate and my mouth. Harry abandoned his food on the coffee table, the spaghetti barely touched.

I tilt my head to the side, slowly lowering the spoon, "Take what back? That you're an arrogant son of a bitch?", I challenge him, planting my feet on the ground to meet him in the middle of the room. "Because I was simply just stating the truth."

Instead of stopping, like I thought he would, he keeps walking, forcing me to retake my steps until my ass is pressed to the counter and Harry's body is flush against mine.

My breath hitches in my throat when he grasps my jaw, forcing me to crane my neck so my eyes can meet his. His pupils are blown so far that there is barely any green left in his irises as he leans his down until our noses touch and I can feel his breath hit my parted lips.

"Are you sure you don't want to take it back? This is your last chance before I fuck your throat so hard you can't speak."

I let out a shaky exhale, pinching my thighs together as his words go straight to between my legs. I struggle to maintain eye contact when his free hand squeezes my waist, gripping the counter hard enough for my knuckles to turn white as I speak, "You know I'm right."

Without giving me a chance to react, Harry connects our lips, my head tilting to the side from the force of it as I gasp in surprise. He takes the parting of my lips as an opportunity to tangle his tongue with mine.

After a few seconds, my body reacts to him before my mind can, my fingers tangling in his curls and gripping his waist. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest when he hoists me up to sit on the counter, moving his body between my legs without breaking the kiss. His centre pressed right against mine.

I can feel how hard he is already through the jeans we're both wearing as I am throbbing myself.

There is nothing gentle about the way he is clawing at every part of me he can get his hands on. The remnants of the wine and dinner is still on our tongues and the food forgotten when he grabs a handful of my hair in his grip, tugging it before he starts trailing kisses down my neck. Sucking and nibbling harshly at the skin before soothing the skin by licking it.

I let out an involuntary moan when he finds my sweet spot just underneath my jaw. He takes extra time there, suctioning the skin into his mouth gracing it with his teeth enough so that I'm sure I'll have a very visible hickey there tomorrow.

Harry's hips rut forward at the sound, groaning from the friction. His breath falters against my skin before he rips his mouth off my neck so he can reconnect our lips.

I welcome him back into my mouth, slipping my hand underneath his shirt. I let it travel over his smooth, warm skin, his abs contracting as I trace the waistband of his jeans. My body feels hot from his touch and I am ruining my underwear from how turned on I am.

Harry slaps my hand away when I start palming him through his jeans, groaning into my open mouth before he wraps his ring clad hand around my throat, pulling me off the counter.

"On your knees.", his voice is deeper than usual.

Normally I would protest to his demands, but I find myself dropping to my knees and looking up at him without a second thought.

Fucking hormones. I blame his fingers that are restricting the blood going to my brain just enough to make me feel dizzy.

"Look at you on your knees for me like a pathetic little slut.", he mocks me as he unbuckles his belt, his dick is straining against his jeans. "Whose slut are you?" Harry grasps my jaw, causing my swollen lips to pucker, popping the button before slowly dragging the zipper down.

When I don't answer immediately, he releases my face, retracting his hand before my head turns to the side from the force of his hand. The burning sting of his palm has me letting out a shaky breath. I pinch my thighs together as the throb between my legs is starting to get unbearable.

Harry crouches down in front of me. His nose touches mine as his hand goes back around my throat. Applying a dizzying pressure again, he grits, "I asked you a question, baby. Whose slut are you?"

"Yours.", I breathe out.

"Good girl.", he praises, pressing his lips against mine quickly before standing back up, ripping off both his trousers and underwear at the same time.

He lets out a groan when his dick hits his stomach. His tip is an angry red and leaking with precum. Rock hard.

I am practically drooling at the sight, my underwear definitely ruined. I meet his eye when he wraps his free hand around himself, slowly moving it up and down while occasionally letting his thumb swipe over his head. He throws his head back with a groan, his mouth falling open.

"Are you just gonna wank by yourself or do you want some help with that?"", I ask, my voice cracking from the pressure still around my neck.

His rings are reflecting the lights as he smirks at me, "If you want a taste, all you gotta do is use your words, pretty girl."

This man and his ego-

Without saying a word, I unbutton my jeans, slipping my hand inside to feel myself. I slide my long and pointer finger through my soaking folds, letting my arousal cover them before I start rubbing my clit with the pads of my fingers.

I let out a shaky moan from the instant relief and pleasure I'm getting from the stimulation as I maintain eye contact with Harry. He clenches his jaw in frustration when he sees what I'm doing, pulling me up by the throat again.

He rips my hand out of my jeans as he pins me back against the counter with his hips, bringing my hand to his face with the grips he has on my wrist before taking my wet fingers into his mouth.

He groans as he sucks on them, his warm tongue dragging up and down the digits before he pulls them out again. All whilst staring into my eyes.

"So fucking filthy. And so fucking sweet.", he says, brushing his fingertips back and forth along the waistband of my open jeans and underwear, making me suck in a sharp breath when he leans closer so I can feel his breath brushing against the shell of my ear as he whispers.

"You need me to get rid of that awful pressure in your belly, huh? I bet I would be able to feel just how wet you are through your jeans. You agree?"

When I nod, he trails his free hand up the front of my clenched thighs, tapping them for me to spread them. I comply and he slips his knee between my legs to keep them like that before he shifts so he goes along the inside of my thigh until he stops just below where I need him to touch me the most.

"Is this what I do to you?", he mumbles in my ear when he cups my centre through my clothes, "Your jeans are ruined, darling."

"I'd hope it would be my pussy that was ruined, but I guess clothes are all you can handle.", I shrug nonchalantly, knowing it will rile him up more than he already is.

Without a word, he bends down, throwing me over a shoulder and heading for the stairs after delivering a smack to my ass. I giggle before I slap his in return.

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, kicking it shut with the heel of his foot the second we're both through the door before he throws me on the bed, my body bouncing for a few seconds, causing me to laugh again.

But I shut my mouth very quickly when Harry crawls onto the bed. His face is hovering above mine, our bodies separated by inches. "How do you want me to ruin you?", he asks.

"My mouth?" He starts kissing down my neck.

"My fingers?" Said fingers drift up underneath my shirt, flattening his hand over my ribs. Just underneath my boobs.

"I was thinking more about your cock.", I say, sliding my hand down his torso, feeling his abs contract through the material of his shirt. "But any of those options seem good to me." I wrap my and around his length as I stroke him teasingly, smirking when he shudders. His nose pressed into my shoulder with a moaned 'fuck'.

He quickly swats my hand away while mumbling, "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum."

"Aw.", I coo, "Look who's being a pathetic slut right now?"

Harry is quickly sitting up. On his knees with most of his weight rested on my thighs. He shakes his head with a chuckle, "Oh, darling. You sure you don't want to take that back?"

I push my upper body off the bed, using my elbows to keep it up as I tilt my head to the side with a grin, "You're all bite, no bark, Styles."

"You don't know what you're talking about.", he grits his teeth in anger.

"Is that why you couldn't make me cum last time?"

I watch in satisfaction as his whole face drops in surprise before he starts rambling, "Jesus Christ. I'm so sorry. I thought it was good. What the fuck? You should've said something." He pinches the bridge of his nose and he looks completely mortified.

"Hey.", I get his attention back, stroking his thigh, "Some people are just a lil selfish and can't make a girl come."

Something in his eyes change, his expression becoming determined. "Are you calling me selfish?", once again, his voice drops dangerously as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him.

I don't know what heartbeat is strongest when I see his defined muscles flex with the movement.

When all I do is stare at him, he gestures to my body. That is still fully clothed. "I don't think that being the only one naked is fair."

"Let's do something about that, then.", I agree, grabbing the hem of my shirt after slipping my arms out of the sleeves, pulling it over my head as Harry unstraddles my lap. He starts pulling my jeans down my legs as I lift my hips to help him with it. And I'm left in my bra and soaked panties.

He smooths his hands over my thighs, his jaw drops with a groan when I unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders before I chuck it somewhere. "You're a fucking dream, baby. Absolutely gorgeous."

He opens his mouth to say something, but I shut him up by pulling him to me by his neck, enveloping his mouth with mine. He responds immediately, climbing over me with one hand cupping my face and his other fondling my tit, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers.

He lets out a groan when I grab his hair, forcing his head back so I can pepper kisses down his neck before suctioning his skin into my mouth, making sure my teeth lightly grace it before swiping my tongue over it after.

After giving him a few bruises, he pushes me back on the bed, my head hitting the pillows as he starts kissing down my body, until he reaches the top of my underwear, looking up at me through his lashes. "This ok?", he asks from where he is laying on his stomach between my spread, bent legs, taking the cotton between his fingers.

He tuts when I only nod, "I'm gonna need words, pretty girl."

"Please."

"That's my good girl." With that he rips the underwear straight off my body, making me wince at the burn. A shudder travels through my body when I can feel Harry's breath on my soaked centre.

His fingers spread my folds before dropping down to my entrance. "You're so fucking wet for me." "Just for you.", I breathe out.

When I feel him flattening his tongue against my pussy, licking a bold stripe up before enveloping my clit with his mouth, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue on the nerves.

I can't hold back the moan escaping my throat, my hips bucking from the pleasure as I bury my hand in his curly, soft hair. Tangling my fingers in them tightly to ground myself.

Harry groans against my heat when I tug on his hair, the extra vibrations making me roll my eyes back in pleasure.

All the pent up frustration and just how turned on I am, has the knot in my belly tightening and the balloon building a lot faster than I'm used to from his talented tongue.

"What the fuck?", I exclaim when Harry stops. His chin and lips are glistening with my arousal. He doesn't even bother to wipe them as he smirks, seeming far too happy with himself.

"I don't want you coming just yet.", he explains, "I want you to come with me."

I sit up completely, licking my lips, "On your back."

When all Harry does is look at me with confusion written all over his face, I move closer to him, wrapping my hand around his throat. "Did I fucking stutter?" "No", he gulps.

"Then go lay down on your back, Harry."

The level of confidence and power I feel when he scrambles to lay down where I was just seconds ago shouldn't feel this good.

I straddle his waist, hovering above him, making sure he is looking at my face, "You want me to ride you, baby?"

"Oh, fuck me." "Planning on it."

With that, I position him at my entrance before slowly sinking down on him. His hands grab my hips, fingers digging into the skin hard enough to leave bruises. The size of him burns, but the pain quickly turns into pleasure as he fills me to the brim.

Harry throws his head back with a drawn-out moan, his abs tightening. "Fuck. Please move, baby.", he pleads, "Please, please."

I smirk, bending down so I can kiss him, my hips moving up his rock hard length as I do. "Is my filthy whore begging?"

"If that means you'll do something. Anything. Then yes.", Harry pants, urging me to move with his hands.

I grant his wish, lifting my hips up until only his head is still in me before slamming my hips back down, moaning into his open mouth when he hits that one spot deep inside that has the knot in my stomach starting to build up again.

Sweat starts to form along my hairline as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, running one of his hands up my spine before wrapping my black hair around it, pulling my head back. I can't help the whimper that comes from the sharp pain in my scalp that immediately turns into pleasure.

I dig my fingernails into his chiselled chest to ground myself when I feel myself starting to get closer. Harry grunts, lifting his hand from my hips before bringing it down to my left ass cheek. Hard. Before he rubs the skin to soothe the pain. His cold rings are still on his fingers only making it hurt more.

"Fuck.", I whimper. "You like that, huh?", Harry asks, "Does my filthy girl like getting her pretty little ass spanked?"

"Yes.", I breathe out pathetically, my eyes squeezing shut in from the way my body feels like it's on fire. My thighs are burning from the exertion, my rhythm faltering.

Harry notices, taking my face in his hands. "Need me to take over?"

When I nod, he brushes the strands of hair that's fallen in front of my face, our noses bumping when he kisses me passionately. He flips us so I'm on my back, propping a pillow underneath my lower back before he hooks my knees over his shoulders.

He quickly slides back into me, not wasting a second before he starts pounding into me. The only sounds in the room are skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing.

My back arches at the change in tempo and the new angle. His movements are rough and precise, hitting all the right spots as he holds onto my thighs for leverage. "You feel so good, baby.", he praises, kissing my calf softly. Contrasting to the sharp thrusts of his hips.

"I'm gonna cum.", I nearly scream when he attaches his thumb to my clit, the added stimulation put together with him edging me has my body squirming. My thighs quiver as my orgasm feels like it's going to rip my body in half in the best way possible. The noises escaping me are uncontrolled as my eyes roll back in pleasure.

I can feel Harry following quickly, his thrusts getting sloppy before he fills me up, riding us both through our highs. He is chanting my name in my ear, drunk on pleasure as he collapses on top of me.

My legs fall off his shoulders as he slides his arms underneath my body, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His hair tickles my skin as my hand drifts to his back, drawing patterns across the muscles on either side of his spine.

I hum in contentment when he rubs my side with the pads of his fingers, enveloped by him. His smell. His taste. His body.

We just lay like that for a while. Enjoying the aftermath of our highs without a word.

That is until Harry slowly pulls his face out of my neck, his eyes soft as he presses a soft kiss to my cheek, murmuring sincerely. "I." One to my nose. "Love." One to my forehead. "You."

Finally, he pecks my lips, my cheeks burning red and my heart fluttering. "I love you too."

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Summary: FWB's Harry and y/n find out that they're more than just a temporary fix to each other

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), hair pulling, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

I let out a sigh, fighting the urges to call him. I haven't spoke to Harry in weeks because I was getting feelings and feelings for Harry were a no go.

"Fuck it." I roll over and slap my hand on my phone, dragging it over me. I go into my messages and scroll down to Harry's name. I chew on my lip, really debating if I want to do this.

I do.

I sink low and send him the typical, you up? text that most guys send at this time.

He might not even be up. I start to breathe a little faster. Anxiety mixed with excitement.

I get a text back and sure enough, he's up.

Harry: Well well well, if it ain't little miss lonely.

I scoff and roll my eyes,

Me: What's that supposed to mean?

Harry: Come over and I'll tell you.

I bite my lip and smirk,

Me: What's in it for me?

Harry: Come over and I'll show you.

I sigh, "Doesn't this man know what sexting is?" I sit up and I swear my thumbs move on their own,

Me: On my way.

I smile and try to keep my excitement down to a minimum. "Oh shit. Shit shit." I get up and quickly make myself look decent. I throw on a sweatshirt and leggings and slip on my shoes.

I quietly sneak past my sisters room and walk down the steps.

I grab my purse and grab my keys off the hook.

"Where are you going?" My sister asks popping around the corner, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"Ah! Julie I almost killed you." I yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" She crosses her arms and smirks, "I can ask you the same thing. You going to see Harry?"

I look at her quickly, "What? N-no. I'm going to-" I sigh, "Yes."

She shakes her head, "He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that." She says as she walks away.

"What?" I say turning towards her. She stops on the steps and leans down over the banister, "Don't keep him waiting."

I scoff and look at my phone,

Harry: Come on, love. I can't wait to see you.

Me: I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill out.

I walk out and get into my car. I put on my music and grip the steering wheel tight before I start driving.

He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that.

I think about what Julie said, over and over again. Her voice playing in my head the whole time I drive to Harry's.

I sit in my car and I look up at his apartment, butterflies start to fill my stomach.

Me: I'm here. I'll be up.

I get out and lock my car, slowly walking up the steps to his door. I knock a few times before the door opens.

There stands Harry. Hot and shirtless. Tattoos on full display.

I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his half naked body, his voice snapping me out of my stare.

"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk over me."

I look up at him and shake my head with a smirk, "Shut up." I walk in past him and push his shoulder. He shuts the door and presses his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask while setting my bag on the couch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you being here at this hour?" He chuckles. I shrug, "I guess I just .. needed a temporary fix."

"Yeah?" He walks over to me, "I told you can call me when you're lonely." He brushes hair off my shoulder and tucks it behind my ear, "When you can't sleep.." he slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me into him, "I'll always be your temporary fix."

I look from his eyes up to his lips and smirk before he leans down and kisses me which quickly turns into a very hot make out.

"I've missed you." He mumbles lowly.

I nod in agreement, slipping my hoodie off over my head and tossing it to the ground. I connect my lips with his and he unhooks my bra, sliding it down over my arms and dropping it.

He backs me up into his bedroom, not breaking the kiss.

My knees bend as I hit the bed and I fall back, pulling him with me. He holds his weight up as he hovers over me.

He places kisses down my chest and stomach and takes off my pants and panties together in one swift motion.

I raise my eyebrows.

He shrugs and crawls back onto me, "What?" He kisses me, "I said I've missed you." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Didn't you miss me?" He teases, "Didn't you miss how my cock feels inside that tight little pussy you have? Hmm." He kisses my neck and sucks on a spot.

I whimper, "Y-yes." I run my fingers through his hair and arch my back as I can feel him sinking his teeth into my skin, "Fuck."

He kisses up to my ear, "Ive also missed those lips of yours."

"Which ones?" I joke and he looks up at me, "Both of them." He pushes his sweats down immediately freeing his cock.

My eyes flick down and I lick my lips, "Let me suck you off for a little." I look back up to him and he nods eagerly.

I nod for him to lay on the bed and I get up on my knees to finish taking off his sweats. I get myself into position, laying on my belly with my feet kicking in the air behind me.

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his cock and he gasps, "Oh." I lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, "Mm, someone's excited." I tease playfully.

He tilts his head and nods once with his teeth holding onto his bottom lip.

I wrap my hand around him and work my way onto his cock. I swirl my tongue and bob my head, each bob earning a moan that gets louder and louder.

"Shit." He gasps laying a hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my head further down and I let him. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat and he jerks his hips, "Fuck, baby."

I hold it there for a few moments as he thrusts his hips slowly.

"O-okay. Come here." He runs a hand up and down my back. I sit up and wipe my mouth before straddling him. Without a word, I slowly sink down into him.

My lips part slowly as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of finally having him inside of me after not having him for weeks.

"Still feel so good." He moans. He grips my hips and starts to slowly rock them. I gasp and look at him, "That feels so good." He smirks and watches me. He leans his head forward so I can wrap and arm around his neck.

I start to bounce, moaning into his neck, "Harry." He wraps and arm around my waist and holds me, moaning along with me.

I wrap my arms tighter around him as I can feel my orgasm approaching, "M'gonna cum." I whimper, "Fuck, Harry."

He turns his head and kisses my neck, biting the same sensitive spot he already marked me with, "Cum on my cock."

I rock my hips, getting him to hit exactly where I need him to hit and I gasp loudly followed by the scream of his name, "Harry, fuck fuck." I groan and arch my back so my chest is pressed more into his.

He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, fucking me through my leg shaking orgasm.

He rolls us over so he's on top now, "Feel good?"

I bite my lip and smile, "Always."

He slides a hand up to my neck and gently starts to squeeze the sides. He starts to thrust again but slow and hard. He watches my face as my eyes roll back and I smile.

"You dirty girl. You like being choked don't you?" 

I keep smiling and nod.

He thrusts all the way in and pushes against me, "You're so fucking hot." He slowly moves his hips causing me to whimper.

He removes his hand from my throat and leans down to kiss me, "Where do you want me to cum?" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

He nods with a smirk, "As you wish." He starts to thrusts again at a faster pace. He groans and grips my hips tight, tilting his head back.

He pulls out and I quickly get up, wrapping my lips around the head and pumping. He tangles his fingers into my hair and moans as he pumps his hot cum into my throat.

"Fuck, baby, Mm, fuck." He moans as I suck him clean. I lean and fall back onto the bed. He lays down on his stomach next to me, "that.." he blows air and smiles.

I nod, "one hundred percent." I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I didn't realize Harry was staring at me until a few minutes later.

"What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He props himself up onto one of his elbows, "Whatcha thinkin about?"

I look over at him and shake my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

He lays a hand on mine, "It's obviously not just nothing, what's going on?"

I sigh and laugh slightly, "My.. uh, my sister said something to me when she caught me sneaking out and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Uh oh. What did the all mighty Julie have to say?" He chuckles.

I think for a moment, "That.. you're not just a temporary fix for me." I slowly look over at him and he has a smile plastered on his lips.

"What?" I ask slightly embarrassed, "Harry don't ma-"

He brings a hand up to turn my head towards him, "That Talia I told you about.." he pauses and I nod, "Yeah? What about her?"

"She isn't real."

"Huh?" I ask confused.

He shakes his head, "I mean, she is, but she has a girlfriend and I just told you that to see if you'd get jealous because I wanted to see if you caught feelings like I did."

"Feelings we're hooked lined and sunk a while ago buddy."

"Buddy? Did you just friendzone me?" He laughs and leans in, "I don't want to be just a temporary fix for you anymore." He kisses my forehead.

"Good because I don't want you to be either." I place my lips on his and we fall asleep cuddling with our naked bodies as close to one another as they can be.

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Summary: The boys are on The Late Late Show playing tattoo roulette and you’re the lucky artist who gets to do the tattoo.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, hair pulling, oral (both), hair pulling, unprotected sex, FILTH

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

"It's time for tattoo roulette with one direction." James says nervously and the crowed cheers.

I look over each of them and Niall looks like he is fighting for his life. I mean, he is the only one with naked skin.

My eyes meet Harry's and he gives me a little smirk before looking back at James, who is explaining how the game will go.

"Who ever gets the box that says tattoo, they will be getting a tattoo live in this show by our very lovely tattoo artist, y/n!" He motions towards me and the camera comes onto me.

I smile, wave and blow a kiss to the camera.

The crowd cheers and the camera pans back to the boys. James explains what tattoo will be given before he walks up to Niall, calling him out on not having an tattoos.

"How are you feeling?" James asks and Niall laughs nervously, "I'm regretting the fact that you thought of this game, too."

I smile and laugh, "Oh Niall." I whisper while shaking my head.

"I don't like this." Niall is shaking and James laughs and grabs his hands, "Oh my god you're actually shaking!"

My eyes go back to Harry and his smile, damn. His smile is gorgeous. He watches Niall and claps as he walks down to the row of boxes.

"Harold, how are you feeling about all of this?" James lays a hand on his shoulder and Harry laughs with a smile, "I'm actually fine."

I take a deep breathe, his words make my body tense, but in a good way.

He walks down and picks up the box, walking over and standing next to Niall. He fixes his hair and flips it up and he looks over at me, catches me staring at him.

He smiles and I look down quickly, slightly embarrassed that he caught me staring.

I cross my leg and lean back, clearing my throat as James moves on to Louis.

"It's just going to be another stupid one isn't it? It's alright." Louis walks down and grabs his box, going over to his podium.

"How are you feeling?" Liam asks laying a hand on Jame's chest with a laugh.

"Not great, I'll be honest. Not great." James says getting more nervous by the second. Liam walks down and picks his box and walks down next to Louis.

The boys encourage James to pick up the final box and he takes a deep breathe as he slowly walks over and stands next to Harry.

Our eyes meet again and I give him a small smile and look down.

"You're a proper tattoo artist right? You're good at this?" James points to me and I laugh, "Yes James, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"Do you do removals also?" He leans on his box and I shake my head, "Nope. Sorry James."

"We'll that all we got time for tonight-" James jokes around and laughs.

Niall is fighting for his life, "I cannot believe we're doing this."

Liam opens his box. Safe.

Niall struggles to hold it together and let's out a scream. Harry is content, smiling and laughing along with the boys.

Louis opens his box. Safe.

James is next and he looks like he's about to throw up. He takes deep breathes with his hands on his hips and leans on his box. The lights show on James and he scoffs, "Alright, I'll call for the lights."

I laugh and cover my mouth with my fingers as I await what box says Tattoo.

I hope it's Harry. I have a feeling it's Harry, actually.

"James." Harry says with his hands on top of his box. James look at Harry, "Harold."

"Reveal the box." Harry's voice is so fucking sexy. Deep. And his attitude makes it even more attractive.

"I don't even- I don't want to open it." James fights.

"Open the box." Harry says with a laugh as he fixes his hair.

James finally opens his box. Safe.

He lets out a scream and poor Niall looks like he's really about to hurl. Harry walks over and pulls him into a hug, patting his back and I can tell he's laughing as Niall continues the fight for his life.

Harry walks back over and James points to Niall, his voice going up higher, "Look at Niall's face."

"Harry." James says and Harry knocks on his box. He smirks as the lights come on, "That's very intimidating, that light." He tilts his head and places his fingers over the white strap.

His hands, fuck his hands. I want them all o-

I sit up and shake my head, leaning forward to rest my elbow on my knee and my chin on my hand.

Harry chuckles and slaps his hands on the box, "I mean.." he opens the box.

Tattoo.

He slams the box shut and Niall starts to jump up and down, celebrating that he's safe. James runs over and hugs him, lifting him off the ground slightly.

Harry smiles and shakes his head and James walks over and hugs him, "Harry Styles, is getting tattooed right now.. let's go." He grabs his hand and pulls him over to me.

He smirks and watches me as James brings him up to my chair.

I get my stuff ready as they discuss where he's going to get it.

James walks over to Niall and has him open his box. Harry starts to take his tie and jacket off and I glance over at him, "You ready?"

He nods and smiles, "Oh yeah."

"Take a seat Harry. Boys come on over." James laughs and shakes his head as Harry sits down on the chair.

"I'm just going to go.." he points to a little open space on his arm and my eyes quickly scan over his other beautiful artwork.

I reach out and lay my finger over where he said, "Here?" He nods and looks over at James, talking to him as I get ready to start.

I lean over his arm slightly as I start to tattoo and his arm is under my boob. I glance up as I wipe away the excess ink and he winks at me. I can tell my cheeks are turning red so I keep my head down and start to tattoo him again.

He doesn't flinch once and smiles through it.

Hot as fuck.

"During the break." James starts out, "Harry has been getting his Late Late tattoo, how are you feeling Harry?"

He nods, "I feel good." He laughs, "I'm a little whooey." He jokes. I look up at him and over to James. He leans in and looks at it, "oh is it done?"

I nod, "yep it's done." I wipe off Harry's arm gently and his eyes track my movements and slowly move up to meet mine. I bite my lip and set down the towel and tattoo gun.

"Can we get a drum roll please?" James asks. Harry looks back down at the art and smiles.

"Reveal the tattoo now!"

Harry extends his arm down and I keep my eyes on it. Watching his bicep muscles flex as he moves. I bite my lip and take my gloves off, clapping with the crowd.

Harry gives a thumbs up and smiles and looks over at me, "Thank you." He winks and James hugs him kissing his head, "Don't go anywhere One Direction is performing right after this."

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I wait backstage, packing up my supplies and I feel a presence walk up behind me, "Thank you."

I turn around and smile, "Oh, um, yeah. No problem." I smile and tuck hair behind my ear, "Your other work is.." I raise my eyebrows, trying to calm my nerves, "Beautiful."

He smiles and turns his arm, "Thank you."

I nod, "No problem."

"I see you have some work done too. How many do you have?" He looks over my body.

"Oh I have, a few. Twenty some maybe?" I laugh slightly, "Just patchwork, kinda." He nods, "Maybe you can show me sometime."

My nerves are back to being erratic and I nod, "I'd love to show you." He smirks, "Actually. What are.." he smiles and shakes his head, "Want to go for a drink?"

I nod and smile, "Yeah, I just have to grab my jacket." I turn around and finish closing my case, "Give me one moment."

I walk over to the one room and take a deep breathe, calming myself down so I don't make a complete fool out of myself in front of Harry.

I grab my jacket and walk out, putting it on as I walk over to him. He puts his jacket on and smiles, "Ready?"

I nod with a smile and exit with him.

——

"So you've been tattoo for how long?" He asks sipping his drink.

"So, I started drawing when I was younger, which led into drawing tattoos for other people, then for myself and once I got my first one I decided right then and there that tattoo is what I wanted to do, so from 17 or so?" I freeze when I realize I have him more than what he asked for, "Sorry.. that isn't what you asked."

He smiles and shakes his head, "No it's alright." He tilts his head slightly, "I like hearing you talk."

My cheeks begin to burn and I smile, "I Um, I drew this one up." I point to my arm. He reaches over and gently takes my arm in his hand, dragging his fingers lightly over my tattoo.

His touch burns and I desperately need more.

"And I did this one.." I keep my arm in his hand and point to my thigh with my other hand, "Myself actually."

His hand that isn't holding my arm goes down and traces the lines, "That's absolutely amazing. You said you did that yourself?"

I nod and smile proudly, "I did. It was a challenge for sure, but once she was done, it was so worth it."

He looks up at me, "You truly are talented like incredibly talented, y/n."

Him remembering and saying my name makes my stomach flutter, "Thank you, Harry." I whisper lowly.

His thumb gently rubs my arm and thigh and he chuckles, "So.. um. This might be a little forward.. but-"

I cut him off, "Please. Be forward." He smiles and shakes his head, "Would you like to come back to my place? We can pick up drinking and talking there?"

I nod, "I would love that."

——

I had a feeling I know where this was going, but I'm going full speed ahead towards it.

"Did you like the song?" Harry asks while driving us.

I nod, "Oh yeah. I'm actually a big fan of your music." He looks over at me, "Really?" I smile, "Yeah. You'd be surprised at how many people come into my shop and request One Direction."

He laughs and shakes his head, "That's crazy. I never would have thought about that."

I laugh, "Yeah it's pretty great."

He parks the car, "Well, I feel honored to be your sound while you work." He smiles and lets out a sigh, "You're the prettiest person to ever give me a tattoo."

I smile and look down, "Oh, Harry."

He reaches over and gently turns my head to look at him, "You're very beautiful." His eyes flick down to my lips and up to my eyes.

I close the space between us and plant my lips on his. His hand cups my cheek and we quickly work into a slow, heated make out.

"Let's go inside." Harry whispers against my lips, "I want to see those tattoos of yours."

He pecks my lips one more time before he gets out and walks around to open my door. I grab his hand and get out. He pushes my body gently against his car, "I've thought about bringing you home since the moment I saw you."

His lips gently trail down my neck.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh, "I was hoping you were the one I got to tattoo."

He smiles and leans back, "Me too." He steps back and nods towards his house. I smile and walk up with him to the door.

He steps in and turns around, pulling me in by my waist.

"You.. want a drink?" He asks in between kisses. I shake my head, "I want one thing right now and he's tall and very hot."

He smirks and shakes his head before lifting me up, his hands grip my ass to hold me up.

"I can make that happen." He whispers. I smile and run my hand through his hair, "Please."

He takes us upstairs to his room and gently sets me down on the bed. I starts to unbutton his shirt as I slip my shorts off. His eyes trail up and down my legs and his lips form a smirk.

I smile and look down as I grab the hem of my shirt, slipping it off over my head. I part my lips when I see his butterfly and fern tattoos, "Wow." I whisper quietly.

He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down, crawling onto the bed to lay beside me. He brings an arm up behind his head and the other lays on his chest, "You can do, whatever you want to do."

I look up at him and bite my lip and slowly move to straddle his legs, "Okay." I smile slightly and leans down, kissing from his sparrows to his butterfly, and he gasps quietly when my lips lay on his fern tattoo.

I slide my hands up his legs, my thumb brushing over his tiger tattoo.

I slowly hook my fingers over the band of his boxers and slowly pull them down, kissing across his hips as I do.

He groans lowly and lifts his hips up to help me get them down. I sit up slightly and pushes them down and behind me. I reach up and unhook my bra, tossing it onto the floor.

I look up at him and his bottom lip is pinned between his teeth. I smile slightly, "Can I suck your cock, baby?" He nods quickly, "P-please."

I move down and wrap a hand around his cock. His eyes close and his lips part. His hand grips the blanket next to him, "Harry."

His eyes open and move down to me.

"You don't have to be gentle with me." I smirk and place my lips around the head of his cock. He moans out and bucks his hips, "Fuck."

I work my mouth down him more, bobbing my head as I suck. He groans and places a hand on my head, pushing down slightly. I let him push himself into my throat and I gag around him slightly.

He brings his other hand down and he places it on my head, grabbing my hair tight.

"Fuck. Your throat feels so fucking good." He moans out, moving my head up and down. He thrusts his hips up and sets there for a few seconds before he pulls my head up, "Get up here."

I take a deep breath and move up to him. He pulls me down by the back of my neck and his lips attack mine. His hand slides down my body, stopping at my nipple to pinch and twist it.

I moan into his mouth and he smirks, "That feel good?"

I nod and gasp as he slides his other hand down and matches his motions on my other boob. I arch my back, moaning loudly as I dig my nails into his shoulders.

He slides his hands down to my hips, "Sit on my face."

I nod and stand up to take my panties off as he lays more flat, "You just want me to.."

He nods and motions with his hands, "Mhm."

I climb back onto the bed and swing my leg over his head, positioning myself directly over his face, "You don't have to be gentle with me." He winks before pulling me down onto him.

I gasp as his tongue slides between my fold and into me. I grab his hair, tangling my fingers in his long curls. He moans as I pull which causes me moan from the vibrations.

He grips my hips tighter and pulls me down more, he looks up at me and I can tell he's smirking. I smile down at him and grind my hips against his tongue as I let out a gasp.

His nose pushes against my clit at just the right angle and I can feel myself getting closer. I've been so turned on since we left the bar and I've been dying for a release.

"Harry. Fuck. I'm gonna cum." I whimper out as I clench my thighs slightly around his head, "Fuck."

I moan and clench around his tongue, pulling his hair as I throw my head back and grind my hips downward.

Panting, I slowly move my hips up and swing my leg over, plopping down on the bed. Harry rolls on top of me and kisses me, "How was that?"

I nod and smile, still trying to catch my breathe, "Amazing."

He smirks, "You ready for my cock yet?"

I bite my lip and nod, "oh yeah."

He pushes my legs open and dips his hips down, sliding his cock into my soaked cunt with a groan. I arch my back off the bed with a loud gasp and tilt my head back. Harry leans down and kisses up my neck, attaching his lips to leave little marks.

"You feel so fucking good." He growls lowly, "so fucking good."

I tilt my head down to look at him and he smiles slightly before kissing me. I wrap my arms around his neck and he thrusts deeper inside of me.

I whimper against his lips and wrap my legs around him. He slides a hand up my body, stopping at my boob. He kneads it in his hand slowly before focusing on my nipple again.

My eyes roll back and I let out a long moan, repeatedly calling out his name.

"That's it, baby. Let me know how it feels." He watches as I try to look at him but fail with my head tilting back again, "H-Harry.." I manage to breath out.

He leans down and takes my other nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue, biting me gently.

I tangle my fingers into his hair and pull as my back lifts off the bed, "Shit."

He moans against me and leans up, gripping my hips as he thrusts harder. I grab the blankets and desperately cling to them, turning into a shaky, moaning mess as I cum around his cock.

"Fuck. Baby. Fuck." He groans. His thrusts stay the same pace before he quickly pulls out. I whimper at the sudden loss and watch him as he cums onto my stomach.

His eyes are shut and his head is tilted down with his hair covering it in the most perfect way. His sweat covered chest rising and falling quickly as he pumps himself dry.

He looks up at me slowly and smiles, "Hi."

"Hi." I smile, "How are you doing?"

He nods and laughs, "I'm good. Good. You?"

"I'm wonderful."

He smiles and leans down, giving me a kiss before getting up, to what I assume is to get me something to clean off with.

He comes back and within seconds, I'm wiped off and he's laying next to me.

"So let's see those tattoos, yeah?" He smiles and lays a hand on my waist, "Since I was a little focused on.. other things."

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