Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back


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Zayn sucked across my jawline, making me moan in his ear. I was straddling him, my derrière placed upon his growing bulge in his boxers. Zayn's hands were running up and down my sides, feeling every inch of my skin.

His hands moved up to my tank top, I hesitated knowing that I hadn't been with anyone since Louis. No one had seen the scars on my stomach and hips from my tough year. No one had seen that side of me. No one knew about the scars. I fidgeted with his hands, not wanting him to pull my shirt off. He fought me lightly and I knew I wouldn't win, however a large part of me didn't care. Subconsciously I knew that Zayn wouldn't be able to see the scars in the dark. I knew that even if he did see them, I was his one night stand and he wouldn't care.

His hands curled around the bottom of my shirt to pull it off over my head. His rough hands moved my naked breasts in erratic motions. He was being rough, slapping my breasts and squeezing them. I moaned, his roughness turning me on, although I wasn't used to someone being so rough with me.

I grinded his growing bulge, trying and succeeding in teasing him. He rolled me onto my back, his hands pulling at my shorts. He threw them over his shoulder, before leaning forward to roughly kiss my lips.

His hands touched me through my panties, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the poison on his lips. His lips moved from my lips to my earlobe, sucking on it. I was panting, moaning as his fingers continued to pleasure me.

I reached down, my hand slipping into his boxers and I gave his member an encouraging squeeze. He leaned his head back, and I watched as the muscles in his body tensed although he never stopped touching me. I ran my hands up and down his body, wanting to remember everything about it. I wanted to continually remind myself that this was real and this was actually happening.

Zayn moved backwards, slowly pulling off my panties, "well, well, someone has gotten herself a little excited," he was smirking at me. I never said anything, instead I leaned forward, roughly kissing his soft lips. He kissed me back before pushing me onto my back, his hot, cigarette stained breath washing over my lower regions. I squirmed, wanting him to stop teasing.

He smiled cheekily, fanning his hot breath on my most sensitive spot, making me moan loudly before placing his tongue there. I arched my back, as every nerve within my body lit on fire. My hand went to his head, fisting my fingers through his hair.

By the time I was screaming his name, he was already pulling his boxers off, placing a condom on himself.

He trailed his lips over my neck, giving me a very painful and very prominent love bite. I felt the chills move down my body as he sucked even harder, making my neck throb. I ran my hands over his toned abs. I couldn't stop touching him. His skin was hot, like he'd been lying outside in the sun for long hours. His skin was soft. My hands still needed to remind myself this was real.

His arms went to either side of my head, using the pillow behind my head to support himself. He loomed over me, like a beast. I felt him move himself inside me, his eyes darkening. I rolled my head back, arching my back beneath him. My breasts pushing into his hard chest as he thrusted hard. His thrusts were rough. They were sloppy, but they were getting the job done. I was squirming uncontrollably beneath him.

He stopped, making me whimper. We were both panting in the darkness of the silent house. I'd never wanted anything more than for him to continue. I wanted him to take me.

The darkness lightened in his eyes, "look at me," he growled. My eyes darted to his, with which he softly kissed my lips. "Keep looking at me. I want to see you," he was panting now as he continued thrusting. I looked into his eyes as they slowly darkened again. I used both of my hands to grab his face, leaning upwards to kiss his lips. I continued to lean upwards, sucking on his earlobe. "Tell me when you're going to come," he panted in my ear.

He was thrusting fast and hard, bringing some pain, but my orgasm was fast approaching. I was moaning in his ear, fanning my hot breath all over him. He began moaning and I kissed along his jawline. "I-I'm coming Zayn," I whispered in his ear through gasps. I leaned back once again to look him in his eyes, which were near black now. He leaned in closer to my face, thrusting as hard as he could as I rode out my orgasm.

He was practically lying on top of me. As I orgasmed, I arched my back, my gasps erratic, heat washing over my body. He rode out his orgasm a minute or two later, his face moving to the crook of my neck where he panted and moaned in my ear.

He rolled over, kissing me softly before wrapping our bodies in the blanket. I rolled towards him, placing my hand on his chest, feeling his racing heart, feeling the heat on his skin, feeling his chest rise and fall with each pant as his breathing calmed.

As his breathing calmed, my eyes closed. Exhaustion took over my body, and I fell asleep comfortably fit into Zayn's side.

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