Romans & histoires Larry Stylinson Fanfiction Rated R

Larry scratched his forehead even though it was not itchy because he was even more confused by his friend's answer. "I know you don't like her so you're the one I ordered." Chris explained to his friend. Larry grinned as he stared at Chris as if he is analyzing him. "Tell me first the reason why you don't want other men to approach her." "Let's say, I know her personally." "I see," Larry replied while nodding his head. "Why don't you personally approach her then?" He asked, as if interrogating him. "She's like a wild animal afraid and won't let herself to be tamed."

When we got to Larry's room, he called room service and ordered a bottle of wine. He seemed to relax when I told him this was just sex. We are both horny and it doesn't go any further than this. It's like Las Vegas; what goes on here stays here and is forgotten. He removed his jacket and tie and watched as I took off my jacket, showing off my breasts underneath my blouse in better lighting and in a place where he could opening stare at them. I approached him as he took me in his arms and kissed my neck and fondled my tits through my blouse. He unbuttoned my blouse and fondled me while telling me that he always wanted to see my tits. He began to alternately lick and suck on my breasts while s

he spat, trying to push past me. "Oh, please," I laughed, stepping in front of him. "I saw the way you were looking at him yesterday, Rowan. You look at him like he’s the only person in the universe. But let’s be honest here. You’re a guy. A scary, violent guy who bullies him every chance you get. Larry is completely straight. He only likes girls. He thinks you're a monster." Rowan’s chest heaved, his fists clenching so hard I could hear his bones pop. "Get out of my way, Sasha."

Larry smiles and says, “he is with me." “Listen to this clown,” says Rat to the others, “his no number, nothing.” Larry has his prison clothes on and no tattoos showing. But this 28 can somehow sense something dark about him. Suddenly Larry grabs Rat by the neck and pushes him to the wall, taking off his top, “I stand protected on the ground of Lucifer. If your men try attacking me, I will make sure your lives become more miserable here. This guy, leave him alone he is under Lucifer’s protection,” Larry says as he stabs the plastic fork into Rat's eye. He then lifts him higher against the wall and throws him hard onto the ground as he turns around to look at the 28s. He looks over at the oth

I've only gotten along with Troy and the one amazing friend who will remain nameless but known for stabbing my back. "Damn, you have no idea how that Sierra girl is so bangable! She's so sexy last night." My ears throbbed when I heard Larry; he's a baseball player, and he stated it as his group of friends passed me. My brows furrowed in response to the repulsive words he spoke. "Yeah, someday I will get my hands off her clothes." His friend replied, and all of them laughed in agreement with his remarks.

He stumbles back with a grunt, crashing onto the floor with a heavy thud. Larry doesn't stay down. He pushes himself up with a low growl, rubbing his shoulder where he'd hit the ground. His gaze locks onto mine, unrepentant, hungry. "What does it look like?" His voice is rough, edged with something dark and possessive. "You've been responding so well. I was just finishing what we started." My stomach twists, bile rising in my throat. I yank the sheets up to cover myself, my fingers trembling. "No, we're not finishing anything," I spit. "Not now. Not ever. How the hell did you even get in here?"

Larry collapsed on me again with his head on my tits, slowly kissing and massaging them. My legs were cramping from the exercise and positions, my neck was already sore, my arms were trembling. I had to admit I couldn't take anymore. I stood up slowly, trying to straighten my hair while looking down at the cum smeared over my tits and stomach, my white tits and dark nipples in contrast to the dark tan of my stomach. "That's it guys," I laughed. "I'm done." I expected an argument but was surprised at their response. Larry said, "Let’s all rinse off and cool off in the pool."

Even as Jenny lay in bed that night, she had her mind set on what the next day would bring. Her eyes were on the ceiling, but she saw nothing of the shadows that lay there whenever the lights were turned off. All she had her mind on was seeing if this Lycan was the one who saved her, the Stranger.

People were not surprised; they kind of expected this. Bastian growled and moved his enraged-filled eyes towards Lily, surely angry at her for spilling everything. “You lowly slut. Why can't you just stay low? If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have gotten angry. You are just made for being f*ck. Just stay within your limit.” He shouted as he smiled evilly. He mocked and sneered, making her feel bad and guilty. Lily shrunk back, both angry and somehow guilty, but this made her question many things.

Slowly, my brows wrinkle, and I cross my arms. “This is closing hours, Larry. Sally isn’t around,” I say to him, but he chuckles, walking up to me. The smell hits me hard—a rancid stench of smoke that seems to cling to his skin, and I involuntarily take a deep breath, trying to hold back my disgust. Larry is a creep in his early thirties who knows my mother, and ever since my dad died and we went broke, he has vowed that he would be the one to marry me. Cillian has beaten him up once or twice, but it never seems to deter him.