Round 3
ROUND THREE
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WHEN FILLING... please remember to put [FILL] in the subject line.
ex: Prompt: Harry/Louis, BDSM
Fill: [FILL] [optional title here] Harry/Louis, BDSM
Fills can be anything: fics, art (with the exception of underage fills), fanmixes, etc.
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There’s something pushing through the haze of sex, something important. It comes to her suddenly, too late. He’s not wearing a condom. He’s watching her face, she sees the gleam in his eyes when she catches on. He’s filling her with his spunk and she’s on the verge of coming from the feeling alone, the knowledge that she let One Direction’s not-so-virginal babyface fuck her bare.
He pulls out and she can feel it all. She clamps her thighs together and groans at all that slickness dripping out of her.
“Not done yet,” he mumbles. He pushes her thighs wide, holds her knee to the bed. He uses thumb and forefinger of his free hand to hold her open. She’s tender, the beginnings of a soreness building, so fucking sensitive. He ignores the way she twitches when he tongues her clit, slides his tongue down and licks at her. He’s sloppy with it, these nasty noises filling the room as he sucks his come out of her. She twitches when he tongues her clit, laps at it, catches it between his lips.
Her orgasm is more intense this time, all those nerves on edge, this rush that has her convulsing as she pulls at his hair. She doesn’t know if she’s trying to push him away or get him closer. He keeps licking at her until she’s too sensitive and squirms, trying to close her legs.
He nips at the skin on the inside of her thigh and then he’s moving up her body, straddling her until his cock is bumping her chin. He’s hard still, wet and slick, their mingled come on his skin. She can smell the sex on him, she can smell herself on him and she’s so wet for him, for this.
“Be polite,” he tells her, smiling almost gently at her. He has a sweet face, an angelic face. How fucking raunchy, that baby face smeared with her come, his eyes dark, his hair mussed.
He grips himself and rubs the head of his dick at her lips, slicking her mouth.
He’s hard still, and he pushes his cock between her lips, holding her head up off the pillows.
“Go slow,” he tells her, looking down at her. He brushes her sweat damp hair off her forehead. “I’ve got all night.”
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