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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME

Part 1: Divine Arrangements

Read the trailer here. Warnings: arranged marriage. I will not be posting on my usual days next week because Y/N will be too busy. Thanks in advance and I hope you enjoy! Word count: 1.2k+ @chocochipcookie305 @thebluetint bc you liked the this thing

“The king has a new chariot,” my mother ranted haughtily as she sat down in her rocking chair after work. “Who uses chariots anymore what with all of these cars? He has garages full of them, does he not? Never have I ever seen that lazy old king in a chariot.

“And look at us out here in the village, busting our backs to feed him another meal and buy more things to stroke his vanity.”

“Now, Sally,” my father consoled in his kind, tactful manner. “We mustn’t judge the king yet. He has made many rational decisions that have worked in the favor of his people.”

“Scrap the decisions! Any king high on God can imagine what should be able to throw a murderer or two in prison!”

“What does high mean?” my little brother Mortimer inquired, confusion crossing his soft, precious features.

“Never mind that,” I said hastily, scooping him up in my arms. “Momma’s had a long day at work. Do you wanna help me make some dinner?”

“Yeah!” He gave me a broad, toothy smile and he touched the tip of my nose lightly with his pointer finger. “Boop!”

“Boop!” I touched his nose back. “What should we make?”

“Mac and Cheese!” he replied decidedly.

“That sounds good,” I agreed. “We can start making it as long as you stay quiet. Okay, Mortimer?”

Mortimer nodded solemnly, taking my suggestion of silence very seriously. Mom and Dad’s tones had grown hushed and urgent and you planned on listening to their every word.

They were talking about arranging a marriage for me; not arranging, rather selling me off to any strange man who would pay a solid amount.

I didn’t want to be sold like a worthless possession, but the money would be my family’s to flaunt. They could give it away to other villagers or gloat about it to the king.

I just hoped that, given that I get my way, my man is handsome and he loves me. I want to have a family someday. I dream about it all the time. I just never think about how soon it may come.

And there I was presumably overthinking the whole matter. That’s such a me thing to do.

Mortimer remained silent (for the most part) for the remainder of our time cooking, and when we sat down for dinner, my parents kept making fleeting eye contact with each other. They were unusually quiet throughout the duration of the meal and the moment they were finished, they told Mortimer to leave the table.

This meant I was left alone with my parents.

My cool-tempered father cleared his throat twice; once quietly, once louder as if he was preparing to make an unnerving proclamation.

“Y/N,” he shifted uncomfortably in his creaky chair.

“Your mother and I have made a decision regarding your future,” my Mother said quickly.

I listened intently, pretending that I hadn’t heard their entire conversation from the kitchen.

“We would like you to marry. We could get a tremendous amount of money from your future husband and use it for good in the community. However…” she made eye contact with my father, signaling for him to continue for her.

“However,” he began, “Because your are of legal age in this country, you can say no to us.”

“Just know that your beauty can give us a thing of utmost importance,” my mother added.

“She doesn’t need to do anything,” prodded my father uncomfortably. “We don’t need anything. We’re scraping by just fine.”

“It’s all in the word scraping,” my mother retorted. “It’s up to you, Lovebug. All up to you.”

I had so many voices in my head I almost grew deaf. Some voices were telling me to go with their plan. I could end up with the man of my dreams and benefit my community all the while. But on the other hand, my man could hate me and abuse me and make my life miserable. Still, I felt compelled to oblige to their plan to help the village.

“I can do it,” I squeaked. Then, “Who will it be?” My breath caught in my throat as I waited for the response.

“Well,” my father glanced in dismay at my mother who was jumping and clapping for joy. “We will collect some of the most, say, beneficial men in the country and let you choose.

If it was my choice, nothing could go wrong… could it?

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My father and mother had met dozens of young men waiting to marry me and assist our village. They all agreed on how barbaric it was that the king was stealing money from such a poor area. Some men wished for my hand in marriage out of spite, others for beauty, but eventually I had five young men to choose from.

My parents held private meetings with each one of them to get to know them. They had spent the larger part of a week getting to know them, and they spared no details.

“Harry is so handsome,” mused my mother. “If you were looking for a man with looks, he surely must be your choice.” She lowered her voice to a whisper and said, “He seems like a good kisser too,” only to pull away and giggle. “He would pay a hefty sum for your hand.”

“Liam is very reasonable and down to earth,” my father said stiffly. “He’s wise beyond his years.”

“But all of the men are very handsome,” my mother was still ranting about Harry and his outrageous looks. “A girl with your beauty deserves nothing less.”

“Louis has the personality of a jester,” my father spoke over my mother. “You’d never have a dull day with him around.”

“Niall seems perfectly charming, but he’s not very attractive. He might be noted as ugly in my book.”

“Niall is a perfectly nice man and he seems very family-oriented. He would care for your wellbeing and look after you well.”

“Then there’s Zayn…” my mother trailed off and she looked to my father for support.

“Zayn is a little different,” he began gingerly, “but he seems like a nice enough guy. I can’t find anything to hold against him… no evidence at least.” His tact was nearly impeccable, but I could still sense the uncertainty in his voice. “He’s an interesting character, that Zayn. Very… secretive. Almost nervous, he was… well, don’t worry about it, Princess. You’ll pick the right man.”

“He’s right,” my mother comforted. “I know you will.”

After this conversation, I was extremely excited to meet Harry. If he was nearly as attractive as my mother said, I would have no problem falling for him. Liam seemed like just the type of guy my father would get along with, and Louis seemed quite entertaining. If Niall was homely, I might be hesitant to marry him, but he seemed so sweet. And Zayn… I was a little scared of meeting him. He seemed like a criminal type, bad vibe and all.

Despite the drawbacks, I was excited to meet the guys. I wanted to know who I could love. I wondered just how handsome Harry was and if he was a good kisser.

I would have a date with Harry on Monday, Liam on Tuesday, Louis on Wednesday, Niall on Thursday, and, gulp, Zayn on Friday.

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daisyblog · 25 days

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“Oh Harry!”

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Anne’s reaction to ‘Keep Driving’ lyrics.

“Can I read this out?” Harry asked the two fans, who were standing at the barricade of the Cardiff show holding up a sign. “Your sign says thanks for teaching my daughter about cocaine and side boob”.

Whilst the fans cheered and went crazy about the famous line in Keep Driving, Harry laughed and walked across the stage. “Uhh goodness!”.

Harry walked back towards where the two fans were standing. “Scott..let me tell yeh…the first time I played that song to my mother…be glad you weren’t there that’s all I’m saying…I wish I wasn’t”. Harry chuckled to himself.

“YN? Where are you?”. Harry spoke into his mic as he put it back on the stand. “You wish you wasn’t there either don’t you?”. He looked out to the side of the stage, where he spotted her standing next to Jeff and Brad.

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Like his previous two albums, Harry wanted to play his new album to his Mum before it was released and shared with the whole world. Majority of the album had been played and Anne was listening intently, but Harry had forgotten about a particular line in Keep Driving that may raise his mother’s eyebrows.

“Cocaine, side boob, choke her with a sea view”.

Anne’s head turned to Harry quickly as she processed the lyrics. Harry couldn’t quite read his mother’s reaction, but her eyes were large and wide, shock very clear on her face.

“Side boob and do what with a sea view?”. Anne questioned Harry at his choice of words. At this moment he wanted to ground to swallow him up. He looked to YN for help but she only shrugged her shoulders and smirked at him.

“Choke her”. Harry repeated the lyrics, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

“Choke who? YN?”. Anne continued with her questioning, she was very eager to understand what and who Harry was referring to.

“Mum, they’re just lyrics”. Harry tried again to avoid his mother’s questions.

“You can’t choke her…the poor soul!” Anne’s comment was serious. YN tried to hide her smile as she tucked her lips into her mouth, as she really wanted to explain how much she enjoyed it.

“Mum!” Harry couldn’t hold back a laugh at his next words. “It’s not a nasty choke…it’s a yah know…a kinda sexual one”.

“Oh Harry!”. Anne’s once pale cheeks at a hint of pink to them, at the realisation of the hidden meaning behind her son’s song lyrics. “Play the next song!”.

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onlyangle1 · 5 months

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X FACTOR

HELLO LOVERS!! this is my very first fake instagram fic so i do apologise if this is a bit shit, but if you like it i will continue this and make it a bit of a series/fic thingy.

had no clue who to choose as a face claim so i decided to use ari! <33

Summary: Y/N supports her big brother when he goes to the x factor!!

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Y/Nhorran

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Y/Nhorran I can’t believe my smelly big bother just sang infront of KATY PERRY!!!! LIKE WHAT? No no in all seriousness im so proud of you, dont forget me when your all big and famous!!!

p.s next round tell katy i love her!! xx

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Niallhoran Thanks tiny ❤️ I’ll be sure to tell her next time she comes round for tea, shall I? You are a melon aren’t ya x

Y/Nhoran Yes that would be much appreciated thank you! xx

Maura.horan He is a cutie isnt he! We’re all so proud my love xx

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Y/Nhoran

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Y/Nhoran LOOK AT THESE MUPETS!! Who knew Ni-Ni could fly? Crazy days.

ANYWAYS IM SO PROUD OF YOU NIALL, LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! xx

(thank you mumzy for catching my reaction x)

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Niallhoran Thanks pumpkin, now come to my room so I give you a big cuddle xxx

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Niallhoran

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Niallhoran Tiny has been watching my X Factor performances at least twice a day for the last week, as much as i love her support, she needs to turn it the fuck down! xx

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Harrystyles Don’t be horrid Nialler

Y/Nhoran Yeah ni-ni, listen to your mate.

Maura.horan Aw she just loves ya, darling x

Niallhoran Don’t be on her side mum!!

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Y/N lounged on the comfortable bean bag she had brought into Niall's bedroom, her eyes fixed on the vibrant posters that adorned the walls. The room was a mix of music and Hannah Montana memorabilia, a reflection of Niall's interests. The soft hum of their favorite tunes played in the background, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Niall, her big brother, sprawled out on his bed with a guitar in hand, strumming casually as they shared stories and laughter. His fingers strummed the strings effortlessly, a skill he had gained over the years. Y/N admired her brother's musical talent, feeling a sense of pride as he effortlessly played familiar tunes.

During their childhood, the two often enjoyed karaoke, and other musical activities together, finding comfort in each other's singing. Y/N, having a desire to audition for the X Factor alongside Niall, never mustered the courage, letting him take the stage and eventually become a part of the growing band, One Direction. As the five boys' musical journey unfolded, Y/N eagerly looked forward to meeting them, hoping they were as friendly as Niall made them out to be.

“So when ya’ gonna come meet me mates then?” Niall questioned looking up from his guitar almost like he was reading your mind.

“Not sure you know, whenever really.” She said with a shrug looking back down at her phone and quickly messaging someone back.

“I’ll sort something for ya pumpkin, these are my best mates! Need to meet them at some point.” Niall sent her a soft loving smile beginning to think up ideas to make the day they all met even more special.

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A note from moi: Im sorry it’s so short but i really didn’t know what to do for the first post but i hope this was okay and i’ll be making better as time goes on 🫶🏻🩷 Remember to eat, drink water and wear your suncream, love ya’s xx

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zanniscaramouche · 4 months

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#one direction #1D #1 Direction #1D fanfic #1D fanfiction #one direction fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 stats #zanni stats #Louis Tomlinson #Harry Styles #Niall Horan #Zayn Malik #Liam. Payne #the way this programme I've always used now watermarks their stuff so you pay for premium #kiss my ass #had to crop em so they're eeeeeh #not my best #any way hope you enjoy!

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male-fictioner · 6 months

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Boyfriends

Pairing: DomTop!Liam Payne x Bottom!male reader x SoftTop!Niall Horan

Category: SMUT

Warnings: Gay sex, anal, blowjobs, smut, marking, overstimulation, multiple rounds, possessiveness, jealousy, DP, idk i'm probably missing something.

A/n: I hope I did just to the request. I got distracted and hence the backstory is more drawn out that the smut. I'm sorry 😭😭.

Word Count: 2.8k words

Read at your own discretion.

"Will you be our boyfriend?" were not the words you were expecting to hear from the two people standing in front of you.

You were just surprised that these two hot guys want to be with you. You did not even realise when that happened or how that happened but you knew somehow you made them fall in love with you.

But all this started when you got famous. I mean how else would Liam Payne and Niall Horan even come to know about your existence.

You still vividly remember the first time you met them. Anyone who says that they are into guys and have never had a crush on one of the One Direction members then they are probably lying because how could you not. There is a whole variety to choose from.

And you certainly had your crushes on the guys in front of you. Asking you the question you always wanted to hear and hence you said, “YES! I would love to be your boyfriend.”

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You always loved singing and always loved music. Being a musician, a singer has always been your dream. A dream you were ready to follow no matter what. So you started to write and record music at a very early age. You submitted it to various record houses.

Once you had graduated high school, you music journey began with a call that went like,

“Hello, am I talking to Mr. Y/n L/n?” said a guy with a low deep voice.

“Yes, who am I talking to?” you asked

“Mr. L/n, I am Robert Matthews from a2z record label. You have submitted your music to us, we would like to set up a meeting with you. We really think you have potential”

You couldn’t believe your ears, someone liked your music?

That meeting which you attended was the best thing that had ever happened to you. They had really liked your music and they were interested to sign you. You almost signed the contract that very moment but thought it was better if you actually consulted some people who had more knowledge than you.

You were barely an adult and this was a huge step to take. So after some careful consideration you decided to sign on with them.

But you didn't get the instant gratification you were hoping for when you worked vigorously for a whole year just to get an album. It took time to figure out what your sound will be. How you want your music to be. You also needed a lot of help to write your lyrics and everything.

But after this year, your debut album was released. Save for some singles released by you over the course of the year to introduce you to your audience, this was really a big step for you.

And this is where your life turns upside down. After the release of your album, a lot of people got to know you. Of Course you were no chart- breaking success but your album did well to get you invited to music events and also get you nominated for awards.

You had Niall Horan to thank for some of your success too. On your post about releasing your album, there was a like by NIALL FREAKING HORAN and you were literally screaming when you got a COMMENT by him that went like,

Congratulations on your debut. You sound amazing.’

And this literally got you the free promotion you could have never even asked for.

After wondering what to reply, you just sent a ‘Thank you so much.’ But not without sending him a quick dm.

And this is how you can say their friendship flourished and your old crush that he had stuffed somewhere deep inside reignited. After this, you and Niall talked a lot. Niall was a great mentor to you and helped you a lot with the journey.

A few weeks later you were attending the Brits as you were nominated and supposed to perform. Niall was gonna be there and you both met each other at the show. You were a nervous wreck thinking thoughts of ruining your performance, not winning the show etc.

This is when Niall introduced you to Liam Payne. You could not believe your eyes that he was actually in front of you. You wouldn’t be lying if you said that he was hotter in real life. All those muscles looked delectable. And what you had only thought about in your dreams, was actually happening. You were sitting across your crushes and having a conversation with them. It is actually surprising how you were calmly talking with them without choking on your tongue.

The whole night, they kept you company and talked about all sorts of things to calm your nerves. They told you about their first experience and how they felt. That helped you somehow. Even though you did not win the award, your performance was amazing. And you received some applause for it too.

This meeting led you, Niall and Liam getting closer than before. You even decided to invite them to the opening show of your tour. While it was a small tour, it was very good for a budding artist. After the show, they took you out for dinner as a celebration.

This led to you feeling comfortable with them and so did they. And hence they told you that they were dating each other for the past 4 years. You were surprised to say the least but very supportive of them. You told them that you are gay too and they were extremely supportive too.

You guys had dinner with each other often and the media thought this was a mentor- mentee relationship. Which it was but you had wanted more. After finding out that they were together, you did not want to ruin their relationship and so you decided to distance yourself. Not directly but emotionally.

With this, he started to flirt with other people, hookup with them just trying to get himself over a relationship he never even had.

What he didn't know was that Niall and Liam also wanted him as much as he wanted them if not more.

Oblivious to your want being matched, you continued flirting with other people. When you went to an album release party of some famous singer, whose name you couldn't remember, you were flirting with someone you really didn’t care about. That’s when you spotted Liam and Niall talking at the other side.

“I’ll be back in 5 minutes.” you told the guy you were with and went to talk to the guys.

“Heyy I did not know you were going to be here. It’s such a good surprise.” you said hugging them.

You had some small talk and parted to go back to your hookup for the night.

Little did you know, they had been looking at you all this time. Seeing how you were talking to some guy who wasn’t them. Getting close to him, hardly any space between you. Bodies pressed together, slow and sensual movements, whispers in each other's ears, those chaste kisses and how you laughed at his jokes. They were seeing everything and the only thought in their mind was, that should be us.

Your fingers grazed his bicep and other on his neck, while his being on your waist inching lower and lower as time passed. That is when Liam and Niall decided that this is it. You were theirs and they will show you today.

When they stalked towards you, you and the guy were already making out with each other. After feeling a presence, you turn around and see Liam and Niall standing there. The look in their eyes was something you had never seen in the past almost year you had known them. It was something raw, anger, jealousy, lust? You couldn’t figure it out.

“Lets go Y/n” Liam said with an authoritative voice that sent a chill down your spine.

Without any question, you followed them despite the protests from your partner for that night. You shot him a ‘I’ll call you later look’ and left.

After going out, you finally managed to find your voice and asked in a low voice, “Where are we going?”

“To our hotel room.” Niall replied.

Liam did not say anything and after this neither did Niall. The ride to their hotel room was quiet and awkward. The sexual tension thick in the air. They let you enter the room first and before you could say anything, you were backed up against the wall by two taller guys and somehow they felt extra tall.

“What do you think you were doing?” Liam asked, staring in my eyes.

You gulped and replied, “What did I do?”

“Hooking up with other people when you want us and we want you. Teasing us like this. That is what you did.” Liam answered your question leaving you in complete shock to know that they want you. You looked at Niall for confirmation and his eyes said it all. He did not verbally reply but a slight nod made it clear.

You must have been blind to not see their interest in you. Lost deep in your thought, you did not realise when you ended up on the edge of the bed. When your legs felt the bed, it brought you out of your thoughts. You ended up with your back to the mattress. Liam and Niall looked at you like hungry predators who had just found their prey for the night. You gulped nervously wondering what is gonna happen to you.

Noticing this shift in your behaviour, Niall being the sweet man he is, asked, “You want this too right?”

“Yes, yes I want it. I want you guys. Please.” You replied hurriedly looking at both of them. Niall smiled and inched closer to you.

“Look at him Niall, we haven’t even touched him and he is already hungry for our cocks. What a slut.” Liam said with a mocking smirk. His dirty talk led to an involuntary moan coming from your mouth to which he only seemed to be more pleased.

“What do you want, baby boy? Tell us exactly what you want so we can give it to you.” He continued making you more and more flustered.

“I want you to fuck me.” You tried to reply as plainly as possible but your reddened face was betraying you.

“Come on Liam, don't tease him that much.” Niall laughed, turning to kiss you, giving you the first intimate moment of the night. His kiss was soft and inviting. It was teasing your lips making you want more. It felt different than any other kiss you hav had yet. Soft but equally dominating. Passionate but filled with love. His tongue licked your lips and you parted them to give him entrance. Both your tongues lapping each other and he let you win the game of dominance.

All this while, Liam was busy making quick work of the three of your clothes. He undressed himself and Niall first after which he moved on to you leaving all three of you in underwear. You felt a shiver once he was done with your clothes.

You and Niall broke the kiss to catch your breath. Liam got next to you, took your face in his hands and said ,”My turn.”

His kiss was much different than Nialls. It was rough, passionate and dominating. It was hard. He kissed you like you were his source of oxygen. You moaned when you felt lips on your neck. The source of them was Niall. This gave Liam the perfect time to enter your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance but it was no fight at all. He had already won.

After kissing for a while and Niall covering you in marks, you ended up with puffed lips and red spots covering your neck. You probably looked ruined already and this was only the start.

“Whose a better kisser Y/n us or the guy you were with ?” Liam asked, still being jealous about the night.

“You both. I can’t even remember his kiss. I only remember your lips.” You said lustfully.

The answer seemed to satisfy him as he turned to Niall and asked, “How do you want to do this Niall?” He ignored your presence as he asked this like you had no input on how the night goes.

“Whatever you decide.” Niall replied.

“I’ll take his ass, you take his mouth.” Liam said nonchalantly.

And this is how you ended up on your hands and knees with Liam prepping your ass and eating you out while Niall takes your mouth.

Liam starts by licking a long stripe from your balls to your hole. He slowly pushed his tongue in the tight heat of your hole and you let out a moan at the intrusion. He pushes his tongue deeper at your sounds. Niall settles near the headboard taking off his underwear and bringing his cock to a semi hard state. He puts a finger in your mouth and you suck at it expertly.

Once Liam is done with eating you out, he lubes his fingers up and enters one finger in the tight ring of muscles. Seeing the discomfort on your face, Niall tries comforting you.

“Relax for us baby, let us take care of you. We’ll make you feel good.” he said running his fingers through your hair and kissing you softly.

Liam enters another finger and soon another opening you up for their big nice cocks.

Once he feels that you are loose enough, he and Niall enter you at the same time leaving you perplexed. Niall’s 6.5 inch dick making its way to the back of your throat is met with vibrations from your moans while Liam’s 8 inch dick enters your tight hole slowly but surely.

After both of them have stuffed you up, they start moving. Niall keeps hitting the back of your throat while Liam keeps hammering you from behind making you choke more on Niall's length. Niall has a hand in your hair holding you firmly. And Liam has gripped your hips tight enough that they’ll leave bruises. He marks your back while drilling your hole making you moan and all the sensations go to Niall's dick.

There are praises being thrown at you often enough. You can hardly process most of them your mind being too hazy with all the sex.

You heard Niall say, "Such a good boy, taking us so well."

"He really knows how to suck a cock."

"He is so tight for us. I bet no one has fucked him like this." Liam had added.

Some other compliments that you cannot remember.

Soon enough your weeping cock comes in spurts completely untouched leaving ropes and ropes of cum on the sheets beneath you. This makes your grip on Liam’s cock tighter making his thrusts faster and sloppier. Niall's cock is close by the way he is thrusting and as if on the thought of it, he comes in your mouth filling you with copious amounts of cum which you are left to swallow. He is followed by Liam who comes in you ass and fucks you through the orgasm making you moan and wince from oversensitivity.

After this, they took turns with Niall fucking your ass and Liam your mouth. For the last round, your tight little ass (which wasn’t nearly as tight now) was filled to the brim with both the cocks. You cannot remember how many times you came that night but it was more than you ever have in a night.

At this point, you did not have one coherent thought. You were too exhausted. You could not make out the words Niall and Liam said and neither could you say anything. All you had on your mind was dicks and sex.

After being stuffed by two big and thick cocks, you came one last time which was just watery at this point and passed out from pleasure and exhaustion.

When you woke up, you were clean on clean sheets with Niall on your right, your face against his chest and Liam on your left with your back to his chest. You drift off to sleep again and when you finally wake up, Liam and Niall were awake too.

“Hey there, Y/n. You must be exhausted.” Niall said softly. You just hummed in response not wanting to talk.

“I’m sorry if we were too hard on you.” Liam said rubbing circles in your back. You shook your head and nuzzled closer to Niall’s chest.

Soon enough the three of you woke up and had breakfast from the room service. During this time, you guys talked like you always used to and it felt like nothing had changed.

"Will you be our boyfriend? I know it must be weird for you but we just feel like it would be right since we like you so much." They said leaving you speechless for a second.

But of course you wanted this, how could you not.

“I would love nothing more in the world.” You answered honestly.

They smiled and you gave each of them a kiss. After this, you would need no one else.

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jazzmynerule · 9 months

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fbh and y/n’s instagram posts

y/n’s instagram posts

your_instagram couldn’t ask for a better way to spend valentines, thank you peanut<3

niallhoran omg why do y’all keep making me feel so single

> your_instagram whoopsie

yourshipname omg y’all are so cute

harry4ever got me over here kicking and giggling my feet for you y/n

your_instagram late night drives with pookie bear🧸

harrystyles literally made me pick her up for a 10 piece feed from KFC

> your_instagram i wanted some finger licking good chicken okay? is that a crime?

> harrystyles yes y/n it is a crime.. it was 2 in the fucking morning.

niallhoran without me? ;-;

> your_instagram i’m sorry my love ;-; harry was being a grumpy pants

> harrystyles IT WAS 2AM!

your_instagram got me feeling some type of way

harrystyles i’m sexy ik

> louistomlinson don’t flatter yourself mate

> your_instagram i was just gonna say that😭

> louistomlinson good minds think alike🤩

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> your_instagram only to impress the Bradford bad boy

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> your_instagram BAHAHAH NIALL

harrystyles my girl😻

> your_instagram all yours💗

harry’s instagram

harrystyles i love you

your_instagram forever🫶🏻

harry4ever she’s living my dream fr

styles (taylor’s version) such a hot couple omg

harrystyles best night🌃

your_instagram he doesn’t even look at me like that

your_instagram acting fruity love

your_instagram damn in my feelings now

your_instagram hey siri play we are never getting back together

> harrystyles baby STFU

yourshipname y/n in these comments are killing me😭

harrystyles finally did it

your_instagram can’t believe i freaked out over that omg

> louistomlinson you baby

liampayne aww looks amazing your two i’m so happy

> harrystyles thanks my brother

> your_instagram i’ll kiss your forehead liam you cutie

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muserryy · 29 days

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LATE NIGHT CALLS

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It's 1.30 am. Another lonely night drags on as you toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. for the last 15 minutes you tried to relax by closing your eyes but you just feel restless. In desperation, you decide to call the only person who would understand and comfort you right now. your boyfie, harry.

You place your phone to your ear after calling on his number, knowing he's usually up late. but just in case he's not you just hope. Two rings and you bite down a smile finally hearing his voice on the other end.

"where are you?"

"Where do you think I would be in the middle of the night, miss y/n?" he asks playfully, you can tell by his voice he wasn't asleep.

"I mean, what are you doing?" you correct with a laugh as you notice the sound of papers rustling from his end, as if he is shuffling through pages of a book and then a quiet thud. He'd just closed his book as if he could already sense this won't be a brief convo.

"I could ask you the same thing… Why are you still up so late? isn't it past your bedtime?"

"yeah.. I can't sleep."

"hmm, well i was going to sleep soon." you make a quiet sound in response. "What's keeping you up? Are you hungry?"

"maybe… I don't know, but now you'll have to stay up with me." you hear him chuckle as you twirl your finger on your stomach. you can't stop smiling to yourself. To be honest your stomach feels a little empty, but your emotions are a little mixed because you're not sure exactly what you need right now.

"Why don't you try and eat something and see if it helps, hm?" he spins on his chair, biting his pen between his teeth as he waits for your response.

"I don't feel like getting up…"

"c'mon honey… you should take care of yourself." you sigh, curling up on the bed as his words sink in. "I will stay on the phone with you, if that's what you want." Now that's better.

"Okay, imma go find something to eat then." you grin, getting up, and paddle to the door with your phone to your ear as you walk to the kitchen. "Okay I'm here…"

"good, keep updating me." he smiles, he likes it when you listen to him.

"alright… let's check the fridge first, though I know there's nothing left in there." he remains silent while you open the fridge and then close. He hears your huff.

"so, I assume the fridge is empty."

"It is." you murmur. "I had some chips left but I don't remember where I'd put them." you check the cabinets, and find a pack of biscuits which you don't feel like eating. You close it back and check another one.

"you're such a cute mess, aren't you?" he laughs slightly.

You flush and you're somewhat thankful he can't see it even though he knows how you react to his words. "Are you gonna do something now??"

"What do you want me to do, darling? all I can do right now is listen to you."

Another huff from you was heard. Your eyes are scanning the kitchen while he continues to speak on call. Your gaze falls on the basket that is on the top of the refrigerator. you bring it down and there they are.

"Found itt!" you hear a "good" from him as you pick the already open packet and by the weight you can tell only few are left. "but that's just a few."

"Now don't say that… a few chips are better than no chips at all."

"heyy don't talk to me like that." you say as you pop a chip into your mouth. he chuckles, thinking how you get embarrassed so fast.

"I didn't mean it that way. I'm just happy you're going to eat something." you hmm in response to him as you start munching the chips quietly. "and make sure you drink plenty of water too... it will help you sleep." you hum again while eating.

"What were you doing though?" you ask him.

The conversation goes on as he tells you he was studying before you called him. you move back to your bed but not before having some water like he said. you snuggle back down, pulling the covers over your body while you both keep talking about anything. mostly him as he chatter away telling you about some random things that happened recently. This continued for another hour.

You just listen to his voice and respond whenever you can but for the most part you just hum. You start yawning and sighing tiredly at some point.

"sleepy?" he asks.

"no," you reply, though you sound drowsy. "stay on for a few more minutes… plwase…" He smiles to himself, finding the moment very endearing. He continues to talk but now slightly in whispers for you. Your eyelids are heavy and are slowly closing and moments after you're too drowsy- to even speak a full sentence- when he calls your name to check if you're asleep.

"y/n?" his voice deep with a soft tone. "Are you falling asleep, sweet?"

you muster another sleepy murmur, telling him to stay on the line and he hasn't stopped smiling for the past few minutes. your grip loosen on your phone.

"don't worry…I'll be right here until you're fully asleep." He stays on the call, the whole time until you fall asleep completely. when he tries and speaks to you again, there's no response.

He hears the faint sound of your breathing as you drift into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of him calling your name and whispering sweet nothings to you, knowing he's still there for you, even if it's by phone.

"Good night, honey."

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idrkwhatthisisimsorry · 9 months

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Flying to Italy pt.1

Description: Y/N finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her with her best friend, and decides to take the trip she had planned with him to Italy anyways, but alone. But she meets Harry along the way, and so it goes... Does she decide to stay with Harry, or is it too soon and too fast? Or will she forgive her boyfriend? Only time will tell.

Warnings: angst, cheating

Word count: 1K

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A/N: hey! I haven't written in a while, and I have never posted Harry on here, but I'm on a serious kick with him rn and I've been thinking of this idea for a few days and I really wanted to write it, so here y'all go! I hope you enjoy, it's gonna be really good. This takes place in about early 2019 btw! Not everything is gonna be totally correct timeline wise, so just pretend it is lol

"Hey, me and Lily are going to go out tonight, I don't think Colin can come, are you up for it?" Jackson, my boyfriend said. I've been dating Jackson for almost ten years. We've known each other since we were fifteen, and we've been dating since we were sixteen. He's my rock and my best friend. But not as much as Lily. She's been my number 1 since we were about five years old. She's been dating her boyfriend, Collin for about four years now, and little does she know, he's about to propose when we go on our Italy trip in a few days together. I'm a little jealous because Jackson hasn't gotten the balls to propose to me, but I couldn't be happier for my best friend.

"Uhhhh, I might come later, but don't count on me, I have a lot of catching up to do on work if I don't want to work while we're in Italy. You guys gonna be in the same place all night?" I tell him. Any normal girlfriend would be skeptical of their best friend and boyfriend hanging out without either of their partners, but I've known both of them for so long to know that they're just good friends. We were just a trio throughout high school and college until Lily finally met Collin, and if I had any skepticism, that was all thrown out the window after seeing the way her and Collin were together. I would go as far to say they're even cuter together than me and Jackson.

"Yeah, we're going to R bar. If you don't come, it's fine, babe, I'll just see you when I get home. Love you." He said, as he gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door. "Love you." I said back, as he walked out.

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I finished up enough of my work, and decided to go meet up with him at the bar. I quickly changed and did light makeup and got an uber.

I got to the bar and didn't see him or Lily with our group of friends. I walked over to one of them, "Hey have you guys seen Jackson? He said he and Lily were gonna be here with you guys tonight." I asked, still looking around the bar. "Uh, last I saw them was about ten minutes ago when he said they were gonna go get a drink from the bar, but I think I saw them walk off somewhere." Alex said, giving me a nervous face, which made me really nervous. I've never had reason to not trust him before, so I didn't expect what I was about to see and hear as I walked towards the bathrooms. I went into the women's restroom and didn't see Lily, and obviously I couldn't go into the mens, so I walked over to the single unisex bathroom door, and put my ear up to it. Someone was obviously having sex in there, very loud sex for that matter. I knocked, just in case my worst nightmare was coming true. "Busy!" A voice, very similar sounding to my best friend of twenty years, called out. I tested the door handle, and in their drunk idiocy they forgot to lock it, and I barged right in on my boyfriend fucking my best friend. Her small black dress, that she actually borrowed from me, hiked all the way up to her stomach, and his pants pulled down just low enough for him to be sticking his dick somewhere he shouldn't have.

The second he saw me, his eyes went wide and he immediately went wide and he pulled out of her and started to pull up his pants as quickly as possible. "Y/N-" "I don't want to hear it, Jack. The two people I thought would never hurt me. How long have you two been fucking behind my back?" I yelled angrily. "No no no no no, Y/N, this is the first time this has ever happened it was such a mistake, I'm so sorry, please, you're my best friend, I am so so sorry." Lily said, apologizing over and over again, as if those words could ever reverse her actions. I just stared at them in horror, tears threatening to spill over, my heart breaking as I knew I was losing the two people I cared about most in my life all in just five minutes. "Your sorry means nothing to me. I trusted both of you. I loved both of you, and you stabbed me in the back. I never want to see you again. Either of you. Might as well cancel your tickets to Italy once you're done fucking each other." I say, as I slam the door shut and leave the restaurant as fast as I possibly can and order an uber to the nearest hotel.

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I sat in my expensive ass hotel room contemplating almost every single life decision I'd ever made. How long had this really been going on? Was it really the first time? How stupid have I been? And what was I going to do about Italy? Where was I going to live? My brain was going a hundred miles a minute, while I just sat there crying in my short little dress I wore to the bar. For him. Because I knew how much he loved that dress. Loved. He didn't have the right to love anything about me anymore.

I was so excited for everything in the future. We were supposed to spend a whole month in Italy together, the four of us. I was so so excited. I never got to travel ever, my family never had enough money, and then I went to college, and then I had to work my way up in my career to have money and actually get time off. Jackson and Lily have both been to Italy before, so it's not like this is some huge new experience that they're going to miss out on.

I laid on that bed for hours just crying, and thinking about what to do. I was going to go to Italy and forget all about people that never deserved me.

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babydoslilo · 8 months

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Rivals

O maior tentou se livrar do agarre com os cotovelos, mas não conseguiu. Tentou jogar a pélvis para trás para ganhar mais distância entre o quadril do outro e o seu, o que também afastaria ele da bola disputada, mas o homem insistia em lhe encoxar, não se afastando um centímetro sequer. A confusão de corpos estava tão intensa que o juiz viu a necessidade de parar o jogo, dando um pequeno aviso de que aquilo não era dança de salão para estarem colados, e assim que Liam virou para ver quem estava lhe marcando daquela forma, seu sangue ferveu.

Aviso muito importante: Essa é uma história ZIAM graças aos pedidos que me fizeram, então não terá nada de Larry! Se não gostarem do shipp, sintam-se à vontade para pular e esperar a minha próxima atualização. (Se quiserem versão Larry dessa, me deixem saber também)

Essa oneshot contém: Smut Ziam (Zayn + Liam); Ltops; Enemies to lovers; Briga por dominação; Degradation leve; Spanking leve.

WC: +5.6K

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O apito soou estridente anunciando o início da partida. Seria só mais um jogo comum entre dois times ingleses se não fosse pela competitividade que exalava dos poros dos seus respectivos capitães.

Apertar as mãos dos seus oponentes poderia ser descrito como o momento mais cortês e amistoso de qualquer esporte, mas também era o mais falso. Os olhos castanhos se encararam por segundos inteiros e nem um "bom jogo" foi pronunciado, os maxilares rigidamente marcados e o aperto forte em suas mãos deixou claro o quão sério iriam jogar naquela manhã. Assim que se encontraram frente a frente novamente para jogar a moeda e decidir quem iniciaria com a bola, o ar pareceu se tornar mais pesado e o choque entre o branco e vermelho das roupas assim tão próximas poderia soltar faíscas.

Pela primeira vez durante toda a etapa classificatória das equipes, o sol brilhava forte no céu, fazendo com que os jogadores ficassem suados e cansados ainda mais rápido. A tela verde que era o gramado estava totalmente pintada com pontinhos misturados das cores azul, branco e vermelho dos times e o uniforme preto que acompanhava com velocidade os jogadores para marcar qualquer penalidade no jogo.

O uniforme de Liam era branco com mangas e short azuis, e já estava manchado de terra, suor e grama em poucos minutos da partida. A faixa preta que segurava os fios molhados o irritava com a pressão constante em sua cabeça e ele estava a ponto de arrancar tudo com o nervosismo que sentia a cada minuto que passava sem um maldito gol. Os 15 minutos iniciais do primeiro tempo foram cruciais para determinar o ritmo e seriedade com que os times jogavam, e mesmo que o resultado não fosse eliminar ninguém da competição, era importante se manter em um bom pódio.

Payne, como capitão, seguia correndo o máximo que podia e animando os colegas, incentivando a sempre continuar com as marcações e ataques. Aquele apoio era fundamental e todo mundo podia reconhecer o efeito que tinha uma boa liderança. Do outro lado do estádio, o time rival não tinha a companhia do seu capitão em campo, mas podiam sentir a apreensão e incentivo que o moreno emanava dos bancos, não conseguindo, no entanto, se manter sentado enquanto os parceiros jogavam, e por isso estava sempre gritando ordens em pé como se fosse o técnico.

Zayn Malik estava se recuperando de uma cirurgia no joelho e por isso só entraria diretamente para o embate quando fosse realmente necessário. Enquanto os colegas conseguissem manter a defesa bem alinhada, as marcações pressionando os adversários e os passes bem feitos, não havia motivos para o desgastar. Essa tática seria útil em não lesionar ainda mais o jogador caso ele de fato conseguisse se manter calmo e descansado enquanto não precisava se esforçar, recomendação que realmente não era cumprida ao que as pernas envolta em um short branco se movimentavam ansiosas de um lado para o outro e os braços tatuados não paravam quietos, passando a mão pelos fios negros e apontando para o jogo aos gritos em todo segundo.

O dois times em campo eram muito bons, não dava pra negar, mas assim que Liam fez o passe que foi brilhantemente finalizado por outro atacante, marcando o primeiro gol da partida quase no final do primeiro tempo, a torcida se tornou voraz na arquibancada e Zayn sentiu a pressão em seus ouvidos, bem como no estômago. Teria que jogar também.

Mais uma vez o sílvio longo do apito soou, indicando o final desse tempo, e os dois times se recolheram cada um em seu vestiário. Os técnicos e seus assistentes com pranchetas em mãos mostravam desenhos e estratégias que poderiam tomar a seguir, os jogadores ouviam atentos às recomendações e sugeriam trocas e substituições, os massagistas e fisioterapeutas davam uma revisão geral em todos os garotos, aplicando sprays mentolados e fitas adesivas, Kinesio tape, para alívio de dores e possíveis distensões musculares, e os capitães tentavam se concentrar na responsabilidade que estava em suas mãos.

Quando puderam voltar para o campo, alongando rapidamente o corpo e dando pulinhos para esquentar o sangue, o clima do ambiente parecia ter mudado. Com os capitães e atacantes à postos direcionando os seus, a atmosfera se tornou quente e pesada, o sol contribuindo para tal já que se aproximava do meio-dia, e os olhos quase fechados pela claridade acharam foco um no outro, encarando com determinação o rival do outro lado do campo. Mais uma vez o som estridente fez com que os corpos se movessem com velocidade, estavam todos famintos no segundo tempo, uns querendo se manter na liderança e outros querendo retomar o poder.

A bola girava nas chuteiras de marcas famosas, o gramado já contava com algumas falhas e a terra se mostrava após quedas e derrapadas em um mesmo local. Os uniformes sujos já estavam se colando aos corpos musculosos e alguns jogadores se sentiam doloridos após tantos empurrões e puxadas que davam e recebiam. No entanto, o embate pessoal entre Payne e Malik não tinha acontecido com tanta ênfase até que o calçado com o desenho de um ursinho estampado conseguiu domínio total da bola, driblando a defesa dos outros com agilidade e se aproximando perigosamente do gol, e foi nesse momento, quando estava quase lá, de cara com o goleiro adversário e a área livre, que Liam sentiu um corpo forte colar ao seu com dureza, uma mão agarrou forte a barra da sua camisa e um peito largo fez pressão em suas costas enquanto pernas ágeis trabalhavam para tentar tomar a bola.

O moreno mais baixo respirava com dificuldade enquanto seus olhos ferozes encaravam os castanhos escuros do outro, as mãos que estavam apoiadas na cintura alheia subiram em rendição quando o maior se encheu de uma adrenalina e raiva tão grande que mal viu a hora em que o corpo agiu sozinho e foi de encontro ao que estava em frente. As mãos grandes também tatuadas agarraram o uniforme vermelho e Zayn sentiu seus pés levantarem involuntariamente pela força, os narizes quase se esbarraram com a proximidade que tinham tomado naquela confusão que pareceu durar minutos, mas, em verdade, durou segundos antes de diversos jogadores virem afastá-los. Eram vozes muito graves falando todos ao mesmo tempo, muitos sotaques diferentes de uma só vez e não dava para entender uma palavra sequer, a única coisa que estavam em foco eram as feições raivosas e cheia de promessas silenciosas que eles trocaram pouco antes de um cartão amarelo ser levantado em direção ao de uniforme azul.

O jogo seguiu acirrado, mais marcações pesadas ocorreram entre os dois e sempre pareciam mais violentas do que as demais. Uniformes eram esticados ao ponto de quase rasgarem, os músculos das pernas já estavam doloridos após tantos empurrões e rasteiras, shorts amassados e levantados depois de tanto contato e um certo volume compondo toda essa bagunça. Era normal de acontecer em partidas de futebol por conta de todo atrito entre os jogadores, então ninguém se importou muito com isso.

O relógio mostrou que faltavam apenas 7 minutos dos acréscimos para o jogo terminar quando o time que estava em desvantagem marcou gol. A torcida cada vez mais barulhenta nos minutos finais, a ansiedade estampada na cara de cada um presente no estádio, vaias e gritos de guerra se confundiam na acústica local, jogadores mancavam cansados e doloridos pelo tempo em campo quando o apito soou pela última vez.

Jogo encerrado, placar empatado.

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Após todo jogo era comum que rolasse uma after party com todos os jogadores dos times que competiram no dia, além disso várias modelos eram convidadas para embelezar a festa e outros artistas em geral não ficavam de fora. Era uma ótima oportunidade de confraternizar com outras celebridades, conhecer novas pessoas, arriscar uma noite casual ou simplesmente curtir como se fossem anônimos. Nenhuma confusão ou briga em campo era levada para a vida real, o ditado "o que acontece na partida, fica na partida" era seguido à risca, então o momento de confraternização posterior servia para acalmar os ânimos, reforçar a amizade entre jogadores de times rivais, desopilar do estresse diário com álcool e outras drogas, além de consolar quem tivesse perdido. Pelo menos estava sendo assim para todos os outros.

No entanto, Liam e Zayn ainda guardavam uma certa frustração e irritação mesmo após horas do término do jogo, o que até então era desconhecido por eles. Enquanto todos os colegas conversavam, riam e bebiam juntos, eles fizeram questão de se manterem distantes, sendo ligados apenas pelo olhar duro que dificilmente desviava. Os olhos quase negros estavam tentando decifrar o que os mais claros, meio âmbar, estavam pensando ao lhe fitar com tanta intensidade, fazendo os pelos dos braços fortes arrepiarem quando o outro homem levou o copo de bebida até os lábios grossos ainda com o foco sobre si.

Os fios de cabelo molhados pelo recente banho do maior contribuíam para a sensação de calafrio que arrepiava todo o corpo, ao passo que as mãos grandes se fechavam em punhos, sentindo o sangue quente pulsar nas veias saltadas e uma vontade absurda de segurar ou bater em alguma coisa. Não era normal tanta tensão vibrando pelo corpo por conta de uma situação comum de acontecer no trabalho que tinha, mas pareceu um sinal do destino quando Zayn, que estava do outro lado do grande salão e aparentemente havia cansado desse jogo de encaradas raivosas que eles tinham entrado, largou o copo que segurava em cima de um balcão qualquer e, deixando uma espécie de desafio para trás, seguiu rumo a um corredor próximo à saída.

O maior não precisou pensar nem por um minuto antes de seguir o rastro do perfume marcante que o outro deixou, não se importando em despedir-se dos colegas que estavam em sua volta. Talvez essa não fosse uma boa ideia, mas quando sentiu o impacto das suas costas batendo contra o concreto da parede assim que dobrou um dos corredores mais afastados e escuros do local, já era tarde demais.

– Oh, porra. Qual é seu problema comigo, cara? – Liam falou, sentindo sua cabeça ser forçada contra a parede e os punhos em sua camisa limitando a respiração. – Me larga!

– O meu problema com você? Você só pode estar brincando! – A respiração quente e descompassada de Zayn batia no queixo do outro ao que ele gritava raivoso, se aproximando cada vez mais. – Tava me provocando a porra do jogo inteiro, fazendo questão de se esfregar em mim quando eu estava só fazendo o meu trabalho de marcação, e agora me segue até aqui pra quê? – encostou a testa contra a dele, o nariz amassando o do outro com a força que ele fazia e os lábios rasparam quando ele continuou. – Qual a porra do seu problema?

Liam sentia as respirações colidindo uma na outra pela proximidade, o sangue pulsando nas têmporas e a pupila dilatando quando o instinto falou mais alto e ele se viu tomando impulso com as mãos firmes na cintura fina do menor, empurrando-o com força contra o outro lado do corredor. Não foi uma escolha racional e eles só notaram o que de fato estavam fazendo quando uma mordida mais forte foi dada nos lábios grossos de Zayn e devolvida na mesma intensidade. O beijo que trocavam era doloroso, faminto e puramente sexual.

Não existia delicadeza na troca de saliva, muito menos na maneira que as barbas arranhavam os dois rostos na mesma medida, deixando a pele por baixo vermelha e sensível, e também não havia delicadeza nas mãos que puxavam os fios castanhos ondulados ou nas outras que apertavam as costas e cintura. O gosto amargo do álcool que deixava resquício nas línguas só contribuía para que ambos sentissem o corpo mais receptivo, aceso, e a mente embaçada, sem foco.

O tecido da camisa do moreno estava sofrendo com os puxões e amassos que as mãos grandes de Liam deixavam por todo o peitoral e costas, descontando ali toda a frustração de estar desse jeito por um jogador rival. Não passaram muito tempo naquela bagunça de grunhidos graves e respirações pesadas entre os beijos e mordidas, numa disputa não muito silenciosa para ver quem dominava melhor ou por mais tempo, pois assim que a mão direita do maior foi em direção ao pau de Zayn em um aperto forte, as mãos deste fincaram todos os dígitos na carne macia da bunda de Liam. Precisaram separar os lábios para ofegar em conjunto, ambos com as orbes dilatadas e contornos visíveis em suas calças.

Sem nenhuma palavra proferida em voz alta, saíram aos tropeços pelo corredor em direção a uma das portas que tinha ali. Não conseguiam tirar as mãos um do outro e bastou a porta ser trancada por dentro, assim que encontraram um cômodo disponível, para as peças de roupas serem puxadas e tiradas da forma mais rápida possível. Zayn não mediu forças quando pressionou o outro corpo na porta trancada, aproveitando para subir pelas costas largas o tecido fino da camisa que ele usava, e logo que Liam se viu livre daquele tecido, tratou de inverter as posições, trocando de lugar com moreno e abrindo sem muito cuidado a camisa social que ele usava, não se importando realmente com os botões que acabaram voando pela força utilizada.

À medida que a pele bronzeada e completamente cheia de tatuagens ia se mostrando, o maior passou a deixar beijos molhados e mordidas. O primeiro alvo foi o pescoço de Zayn, onde o amargo do perfume tomou conta da língua quente de Liam, trazendo um erotismo e ardência que nenhum deles tinha experimentado com os aromas adocicados anteriores. Depois ele seguiu para o tronco, tentando manchar a pele com chupões e mordidas mais fortes, uma clara competição com a tinta preta e vermelha que era abundante naquele local. A boca atrevida foi rápida em descer até o cós da calça de alfaiataria que Zayn usava, os olhos castanhos do maior encarando com curiosidade a espécie de dragão desenhada no fim do abdômen definido.

Eles não pensaram muito ao tirar com agilidade os tecidos que faltavam para deixar aquele corpo estonteante totalmente despido, ambos descobrindo o quão bem podiam trabalhar juntos. No entanto, antes que Liam pudesse aproximar os lábios da pele quente que pulsava totalmente rígida, o menor pôs as mãos nos cabelos castanhos, segurando com força o suficiente para que o outro ficasse de pé mais uma vez e cambaleasse para trás, seguindo à contra gosto o comando silencioso que lhe foi dado.

A sala que eles estavam não era muito grande e tinha apenas uma mesa de canto com um aparador de bebidas e copos, duas poltronas próximas uma da outra e um sofá de couro marrom claro ao centro. Parecia uma espécie mais informal de escritório ou sala para pequenas reuniões. Esse ambiente só ficou realmente claro para os homens que estavam tão absortos no que estavam fazendo para dar uma olhada geral, quando Liam sentiu seus calcanhares baterem em um material geladinho e liso, claramente o móvel de couro.

E ele estaria sentado e à mercê do outro se sua mobilidade não fosse boa o suficiente para inverter de novo o jogo e derrubar o moreno bem no centro. Zayn estava agora nu, jogado no sofá e totalmente disponível para o que quisesse fazer. Foi com isso em mente que o maior não perdeu tempo e logo estava com as mãos firmes na cintura fina, pressionando o quadril alheio com força, e direcionando seus lábios e língua até a carne tenra e pesada da ereção em sua frente.

– Oh, merda! – Zayn gemeu contra a própria vontade assim que seu pau foi abrigado por um calor quase opressivo. A única reação que seu corpo foi capaz de tomar naquele momento era fincar as pernas no estofado e segurar com firmeza o cabelo do outro.

Não era romântico, nem delicado. Parecia quase punitiva a forma como os lábios cheios de Liam desciam e subiam sem trégua, famintos e quase sem controle, deixando a aspereza da barba marcar a pele morena sempre que descia até a base e olhando para cima como se desafiasse o outro a reclamar. O maior era rápido, não perdeu tempo com sutilezas ou preliminares e o primeiro contato já foi intenso e quase doloroso, ocupando toda a boca e se divertindo com o chiado que Malik soltou por entre os dentes.

O menor tentou algumas vezes fazer com que Liam o deixasse respirar um pouco, aquele aperto em seu membro em conjunto com os olhos raivosos lhe deixavam no limite, mas o outro não se importava, nem queria ceder. Foi por isso que, sentindo o momento em que um acúmulo de saliva escorreu de propósito pelas bolas até chegar em sua entrada, ele fechou os punhos de maneira dolorosa na cabeça alheia e passou a estocar com força contra a garganta, sentindo a glande bater ritmadamente bem no fundo.

De sobrancelhas franzidas e olhos lacrimejantes pelos pequenos engasgos, Payne não iria desistir. Esses momentos de intimidade geralmente não traziam à superfície seu lado mais competitivo e irracional, mas o outro jogador parecia ter o segredo para lhe deixar assim.

Logo os dedos largos passaram a se esgueirar pela bagunça molhada que a própria saliva tinha deixado no corpo do menor, conseguindo penetrar aos poucos a entradinha minúscula e tensa mesmo com o balanço das estocadas que Zayn não dava intervalos e vencendo com muito custo a resistência dos músculos que pareciam estar travados por pura provocação.

– Que filho da put- porra. – a respiração ficou presa na garganta assim que foi preenchido por dois dedos. – Não pense que você vai me foder. Isso não aconteceria nem nos seus melhores sonhos.

O nariz que estava colado em sua virilha soltou um arzinho em deboche e a cabecinha sensível do seu pau pulsou com a vibração da garganta que lhe acomodava tão bem. Os jogadores se encararam mais uma vez em desafio antes de Zayn retormar as estocadas com ainda mais agressividade, pouco se importando se isso poderia machucar ou esgotar a voz do outro quando acabassem. Ele também não pensou muito que, assim como ele poderia sempre ir mais forte e mais fundo naquela boquinha, o outro teria muito prazer em revidar suas ações.

Cada maldita estocada que dava na cavidade quentinha e babada era seguida por uma pressão dentro de si. A ardência de ter aqueles dedos se movimentando com rapidez e sem muito cuidado na sua entrada, acertando aquele pontinho que deixava a visão escura, somado à pressão que por minutos assolava seu membro, não restaram opções para Zayn senão deixar os músculos das pernas cansadas finalmente relaxarem e se render ao orgasmo.

Sem nenhum aviso, Liam sentiu um líquido quente e espesso jorrar por sua garganta, o fazendo tossir e se engasgar um pouco pela surpresa. Os músculos em volta dos seus dedos apertaram uma última vez antes de relaxarem completamente, os joelhos alheios caíram afastados e o músculo parecia tremer um pouco quando ele tirou a extensão quase flácida da boca e passou a limpar as poucas lágrimas que tinham escorrido e a porra branquinha que escapou pelo canto dos lábios. A pupila completamente dilatada completava a bagunça do seu rosto e o pau rígido e dolorido quase furava o tecido fino da calça que ainda vestia.

O moreno parecia completamente fodido enquanto tinha as mãos acima da cabeça e tentava recuperar o fôlego, ainda meio desnorteado pelo recente orgasmo e muito desatento para reparar no outro corpo que exalava uma tensão absurda enquanto se despia completamente com todos aqueles músculos rígidos como pedra. Pela feição determinada, não parecia que ele realmente queria fazer aquilo, era mais como se ele precisasse e não conseguisse controlar. A cada passo mais próximo do corpo quente e relaxado no sofá, o rosto se fechava ainda mais e a extensão grande e rubra latejava.

– Ei! O que você pensa que tá fazendo? – o moreno abriu os olhos repentinamente e apoiou o antebraço no sofá, levantando o corpo o suficiente para ver o que o outro pretendia após agarrar os tornozelos de Zayn e se enfiar entre as pernas abertas dele.

– Só.. cala a boca, tá? Eu- porra, eu preciso te foder agora. Então você vai fazer o favor de usar essa sua linda boquinha só pra gemer, entendeu? – A voz saiu grave e Liam pôde sentir a garganta arranhando, a primeira consequência da noite que ele teria que lidar.

– O que? Você só pode estar louco – Zayn riu surpreso e tentou afastar o próprio corpo para trás. Mas o riso morreu e os olhos claros se tornaram bem abertos assim que sentiu ser puxado pelas pernas e uma extensão grossa e rígida colidiu consigo. – Não. Não.. Eu disse não! Porra- Payne, olha, você não pode-

– Mas que caralho! – O resmungo saiu dos lábios inchados ao mesmo tempo que um estalo fez eco no cômodo. Liam não percebeu em que momento sua mão saiu dos quadris magros de Zayn e colidiu com o rosto dele.

A palma da mão latejou, parecia que diversos alfinetes estavam sendo espetados ali e o maior só podia imaginar qual era a sensação que o outro estava experimentando na pele que rapidamente se tornava vermelha. A garganta secou, ele não sabia o que fazer e nem sabia se tinha quebrado o clima com isso e talvez Zayn considerasse um erro. Bom.. As dúvidas foram sanadas assim que viu o pau do outro, que estava quase flácido, tomar vida novamente.

Até Zayn parecia surpreso com a reação do próprio corpo, mas logo dispersou o transe que tinha entrado e agarrou com firmeza o pescoço alheio, forçando os dedos na nuca até ter a outra face contra a sua. Olhos nos olhos, eles se encaravam com raiva, determinação, desafio e algo a mais.

– Vai ficar só olhando ou vai fazer alguma coisa? – a voz raivosa e debochada era um contraponto aos olhos brilhantes que, impacientes, pareciam implorar.

– Você quer tanto meu pau em você que está tão nervoso assim? – um riso em escárnio escapou dos lábios que, mesmo com a voz estranha, tinham um poder gigante sobre o corpo do outro.

Liam finalmente cansou do joguinho de provocações e se rendeu ao que tanto queria, levou a mão até sua ereção há tempos dolorida e sensível pela falta de contato, fechou os dedos ao redor e movimentou o punho para cima e para baixo algumas vezes, observando como os lábios bem desenhados de Malik se abriram, os olhos seguindo com atenção cada centímetro que era coberto para depois aparecer novamente.

Não durou muito tempo, no entanto, e Zayn acompanhou quando a pontinha brilhante e avermelhada tomou lugar no centro das suas pernas, sumindo até que ele sentisse uma pressão lhe empurrar. As bordas, antes molhadas, não estavam colaborando dessa vez. O tamanho do membro dele não se comparava com os dedos que lhe abriram e ele sentiu o estômago gelar com essa realização, ansioso.

– Cospe. – levantou os olhos ao ouvir a voz ríspida dar o comando e a mão ser estendida em sua frente. Zayn realmente queria rebater, mas o corpo não pareceu concordar com essa vontade e quando se viu já estava acumulando o máximo de saliva que podia na ponta da língua e deixando escorrer pelos lábios.

Ele não tinha desviado o olhar das orbes mais escuras e por isso se sentiu satisfeito quando viu a expressão de Liam endurecer enquanto o líquido transparente ainda fazia ligação entre sua boca e aqueles dedos que já estiveram dentro de si e contra seu rosto. Era interessante saber que podia causar sentimentos tão conflitantes no outro, como se a raiva entre eles fosse tanta que precisavam foder para finalmente seguirem em frente.

Ambos ainda tinham a atenção um do outro quando Liam pressionou mais uma vez a glande naquele aperto sufocante, forçando toda a resistência até que Zayn se sentiu cheio. Empalado talvez fosse mais fiel ao sentimento. Ele estava estático, esperando que em algum momento pudesse relaxar o corpo inteiro e aproveitar. No entanto, não parecia que seria em breve e isso o irritou.

– Caralho! Porra! Eu te odeio tanto, merda. – respirava ofegante e estava a um passo de desistir.

– Então quer dizer que o querido capitão de um dos maiores times da Europa não pode aguentar uma simples foda? Você é patético, sinceramente.. Eu esperava mais.

Ouvir isso foi um pouco agridoce para Zayn. Ele não queria se importar com que o outro pensava dele, mas ao mesmo tempo a fala mexeu com seu ego. Ele não simpatizava com esse específico jogador, mas não queria desistir agora. Ele não gostava de se sentir inferior, mas seu pau expeliu uma quantidade significativa de pré porra.

Com os olhos fuzilando o outro, o menor respirou fundo algumas vezes, aproveitando para descontar a frustração da dor que sentia com as pontas dos dedos que marcavam os ombros e costas largas de Liam. E assim que relaxou o suficiente para que ele pudesse se movimentar, não dava para voltar atrás.

O ritmo não foi intenso de início como era esperado apenas por se tratar deles dois. Na verdade, a junção do aperto doloroso que a extensão de Liam sofria com a própria vontade dele de fazer com que outro se sentisse ainda mais desesperado e frustrado, só o fazia retardar as estocadas, deslizando para fora numa lentidão enlouquecedora, como se precisasse sentir todos os malditos centímetros com detalhe, para logo depois brincar com a ponta gorda da glande, deixando apenas ela em contato com a pele morena que tremia em impaciência.

Ele fez isso uma, duas.. talvez cinco vezes antes que Zayn surtasse com a provocação.

A destra totalmente tatuada agarrou com força uma das nádegas firmes do maior e a outra mão se ocupou em rodear o pescoço lisinho, trazendo finalmente um contato que não fosse extremamente calculado e sufocante. O moreno puxou toda aquela carne macia em um só impulso e gemeu aliviado com todo o pau de Liam dentro de si. A mão que estava no pescoço trouxe o rosto corado e suado dele para próximo do seu, os lábios grossinhos esbarrando com as respirações enquanto o polegar e indicador afundavam as bochechas barbadas.

– É melhor você fazer essa porra direito antes que eu me arrependa, tá me ouvindo? – Zayn rosnou com as bocas ainda em contato e deixou uma mordida forte no lábio inferior de Liam.

– Lembre que foi você quem pediu, princesa. – jogou no ar com um sorriso maldoso e logo Zayn sentiu seu fôlego ir embora.

As estocadas se tornaram firmes e certeiras, pareciam saber exatamente onde mirar, lhe deixando totalmente zonzo e sem direção. Não ajudava com sua tentativa de preservar a dignidade o fato de que as mãos grandes e pesadas insistiam em segurar as coxas ao redor do quadril que lhe empurrava sem parar e, quando não estavam deixando a marca dos dedos ali pelo aperto, estavam subindo em direção ao rosto, alcançando uma distância moderada antes de descer a palma na pele corada.

Eram nesses momentos que o menor se sentia mortificado após gemidos saírem altos sem autorização por seus lábios. Sentia a bochecha quente dos dois lados, todo o local ardia e pinicava, mas a sensação parecia lhe deixar flutuando. Estava tonto e sobrecarregado, não tinha certeza se seus olhos estavam abertos ou não, só conseguia focar no peso sobre si, na face latejando sem parar e em sua entrada totalmente preenchida.

Em algum momento seus dedos fizeram caminho até os próprios lábios que soltavam murmúrios confusos e ininteligíveis, ocupando espaço ali por alguns segundos e resgatando toda a saliva que conseguiu. Logo em seguida, com a ponta dos dedos lambuzadas e escorregadias, ousou em aproveitar que o outro estava concentrado em acabar consigo e arrumou a posição para conseguir o que queria. Ele estava tão sobrecarregado que precisava descontar de alguma forma, e arranhar a pele clara ou morder os lábios macios de Payne já não parecia ser o suficiente.

– Oh, porra! Hm.. – Liam gemeu surpreso ao sentir os dígitos gelados em sua entrada, estranhando um pouco o desconforto de ser alargado ainda que minimamente, mas seria hipocrisia pedir para que o outro retirasse os dedos de si enquanto ele próprio afundava com brutalidade o pau naquela bundinha de Zayn. Então ele não iria negar.

Era um pouco estranho e desconfortável para ele. Na verdade, toda essa situação com o outro jogador era completamente estranha e surreal.

Payne nunca imaginou que teria Malik abaixo de si, tão entregue e corado, parecendo mais macio a cada gemido que escapava pelos lábios agora inchados e com o rosto completamente vermelho e marcado. Eles deveriam se preocupar com essas marcas se não quiserem levantar suspeitas, mas os olhos caramelizados que pareciam espelhos de tão brilhantes ao revirar as orbes não pareciam sequer cogitar a preocupação com isso naquele momento.

Enquanto Zayn parecia estar fora de órbita, soltando gemidos cada vez mais altos e manhosos sem pensar em quem poderia os ouvir do lado de fora, Liam parecia estar fora de si. Os olhos, em vez de possuírem um brilho bonito e sensual como no outro, revelavam um brilho que escurecia a feição, o deixava feroz, como se estivesse em conflito com uma besta dentro de si e não havia chance do lado de humano ganhar.

Não era arrependimento, no entanto. Estava mais para fome e auto revelação.

Ele nunca teve a experiência de ter outro homem sob si e no momento isso só parecia certo demais. O sentimento era de que perdeu muito tempo sem aproveitar de um corpo forte gemendo e implorando pelo seu pau, a voz grave deixando todos os pelos do corpo arrepiados, sabendo que poderia reduzir à lágrimas outro cara, que seria tão viril quanto possível para a sociedade.

Assim que o pensamento se realizou e Liam notou pequenos caminhos molhados na face de Zayn, ele percebeu como seu corpo, sozinho, estava empenhado em tirar tudo o que pudesse daquele momento. O quadril ia forte e rápido, acertando a próstata do outro em quase todas as investidas, as mãos estavam segurando os joelhos do moreno o mais afastado possível um do outro e a visão dali de cima era surreal.

Malik já tinha há muito fechado os olhos e se rendido, ainda tinha uma das mãos apoiadas na carne farta e dois dedos que lutavam para permanecerem quentinhos dentro da entrada alheia, mesmo que só tivesse conseguido deixar que as pontas dos dígitos ficassem ali sem que ele precisasse se esforçar para alcançar mais profundidade. Ele estava fodido demais para esse trabalho. A outra mão estava na própria ereção que descansava sobre a barriga lisinha, deixando uma bagunça pegajosa e molhada pela pele tatuada e ele sequer sabia em que momento o cérebro deixou de registrar o que acontecia com o próprio corpo. Zayn gozou em algum momento entre os tapas no rosto, mãos marcando as coxas, estocadas brutas e olhos escuros lhe enlouquecendo. Era impossível para ele precisar o tempo, estava tudo uma bagunça.

Mas aparentemente seu corpo ainda estava sensível o suficiente para perceber o momento exato em que seus ouvidos captaram um gemido sôfrego mais alto, seu tronco sentiu um peso extra repentinamente jogado sobre si e sua entrada vazou com a porra quentinha, lhe deixando melado por dentro e por fora.

Zayn não teve coragem de abrir os olhos e realizar que eles realmente fizeram isso. Liam sentiu que o outro tentava controlar a respiração abaixo de si e não tinha intenção de conversar sobre o que aconteceu agora. Porra.

Com os olhos firmemente fechados e pernas bambas, o moreno só deu falta de um corpo quente em cima do seu quando um arrepio subiu pela pele descoberta, o vento frio marcando presença agora que não tinha nada lhe aquecendo. Não tinha barulhos no ambiente, nenhum farfalhar de roupas ou passos. Quanto tempo ele passou tentando fingir que nada tinha acontecido?

Finalmente ele reuniu coragem para lidar com a situação feito um adulto responsável pelas próprias atitudes e abriu os olhos. Não tinha ninguém ali, estava sozinho.

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THUNDERSTORMS

for everyone's notice, this is my first time writing smut, soo please bear with me and tell me how I can improve.

warning:- kinky shit, smut, a whole lot of filthy hot smut.

pairing:- Y/N and Louis Tomlinson

inspired by his outfit at his documentary premiere. also don't mind me I'm horny as fuck atm and DO NOT JUDGE ME FFS.

summary:- y/n has a fear of thunderstorms. they're in the car and things get a little too steamy.

I slightly woke up because of thirst and irritating clothes when I heard our driver converse with sun.

"Sir it's raining heavily and the car is stuck in the puddle, extremely sorry sir I'll just go and try to fetch a car for you and ma'am." the driver opened and shut the door. I whimpered as I heard another thundering voice. I slightly opened my eyes to see sun on his phone but then closed it back because of my sleepy mind. I was in that phase where you could listen to everything going on in your surroundings but even lifting a finger was too much of a work. The door opened again.

"Sir I found a car but it's only available for one person and it's going back to the city." He explained. There was a bit of silence until sun spoke up.

"Ok no problem, you might be having kids and wife waiting for you at home and worried, take the ride and head back." As sun completed the sentence, the driver gasped. I don't what made his gasp, probably him getting to go back to his family.

"Thank you so much sir, thank you so much, when I reach there I'll send another car for you." The driver exclaimed.

"Oh no need, we have already covered 3/4 of the ride home, I'll just a call an uber." sun explained.

"Are you sure sir?"

"Very sure, now go before your ride takes off." Sun chuckled, with one last thank you and a smash of the door, driver was on his way to his home.

"Shit! there's no network, looks like we'll have to stay here for the night." sun cursed under his breath. I whimpered again as I heard that, staying here was no problem, but staying in here with these heck of a clothes and with me being thirsty was a problem to me and not to mention thunderstorm. Sun picked me up and cradled me in his lap, brushing my hair out of the way to get a better look at my face but instead I snuggled my face into his neck.

"What's the matter darling?" He asked but I had no power to vocalize my issues, so instead I let him continue on what he was doing, that is asking questions.

"Is it because we're spending the night here?" He asked but got no reply

"Cold weather?" He asked again only to be met with silence and I shifted again in his lap trying to adjust my collar of the shirt.

"are you thirsty? are the clothes irritating you?" He questioned once again but this time I meekly nodded in his neck. He bent forward with me in his lap and put a water bottle in between my lips.

"Come on darling sip it." as he said, I started sipping it, soon enough quenching my thirst. He pulled away the sipper from my lips and bent again. What is wrong with this shirt aah! I tried shift again only to be stopped this time with sun's hands firm grip on my waist.

"Oh it's ok babygirl let daddy change you into his tshirt." He rasped and I was shocked by the change of his mood. While I was on his lap he shuffled below me for a while, only to make me feel his skin, meaning he probably removed his tshirt. With somehow collecting some power left in me I tried to unbotton my shirt.

"No babygirl, daddy will do it, just go back to sleep." He stopped my hands movement and set it in my lap, slowly himself working on my shirt. He was painfully slow while unbottoning my shirt but thankfully he shrugged it off me. I was ready for him to put his shirt on me but instead I felt his one hand on my waist and the other hand on my face as he kissed me. I returned the kiss and he moved his lips down to my jaw, the spot below my ear to finally the sweet spot on my neck making me arch my back and moan out his name.

"Sunn." I breathlessly moaned, he squeezed my waist harshly and marked my neck. He moved down to my cleavage and roughly marked me there too.

"It's daddy to you, you like it don't you when daddy plays with you, do you want me to play with you babygirl?" He rasped and went to unclasp my bra but I stopped him.

"Yes daddy I want you to play with me but I'm very sleepy." I moved his hands to my waist and shifted closer to him.

"Babygirl I'm not asking you to stay awake, you can sleep and let daddy play with you for a little while."

"No daddy I want to sleep, I want to sleep with you, you can play tomorrow." I spoke as I started feeling hazy in my mind.

"Princess I'll sleep with you, just let me play for a little while, and you don't want to make daddy angry do you?" He slipped his hands in my skirt and underwear and squeezed my bum, kneading it.

"No daddy I want to sleep, you're being an arse." My eyes shot open as I finished my sentence. One thing that daddy made crystal clear was, I was never supposed to curse or else he'll punish me.

"Okay enough, up and strip." He growled removing his hands from my skirt. "Now" he slapped the skin on my back when I didn't try to move even a little bit. I shifted from his lap and quickly removed the pieces of clothing which were left on me while he was watching me like a hawk watching his prey.

"On my shoulder." He roared making me whimper. Usually he would bend me over his knees if I was being bratty but when he meant over his shoulder it meant I was in serious trouble.

"I'm sorry daddy, I promise I'll never say a bad word again and you can play with me as you like."

"Did I ask you about your opinion my little slut?" he asked making me shake my head but all he did was raise his eyebrow at me.

"No d-daddy." I stuttered. I better use my words if I don't want to get in anymore trouble.

"Good now on my shoulder."

"Yes Daddy." I nodded and stood on the seat with my knees on the either side of his legs as he slid down a little to come face to face with my boobs. He further pushed his head in my chest and started licking in between both my breasts as he spanked my backside making me moan and clutch his shoulders for leverage.

"You like it don't you, you little whore. How I wish I could see your face while I punished you, I wish we were in our room." he mumbled, suddenly moving away from me and started fumbling with his mobile. In our room all you'll find is couple of mirrors, so he can see me no matter what he's doing. He set his phone somewhere in the car giving me my phone where I can see myself but the volume was on mute, he facetimed himself?!

"Daddy has two punishments for you, you'll count till 10 as daddy spanks you ok?" He demanded making me nod. "I can't hear you?"

"Yes daddy, are you recording me?" I whispered, I was never actually comfortable with the idea of him recording me.

"That was the second punishment for you but you have option, daddy won't record you, if you don't feel comfortable babygurl." He sucked on my nipples making my head fall backwards and my eyes roll in pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulder.

"Are you upset with me daddy?" I asked with a very low voice.

"Yes baby girl, very." He bit on my nipple making them hard as ever and me whine for mercy.

"Then you can record daddy."

"Are you sure princess?" He asked.

"Yes daddy." I confirmed. He quickly took my phone from my hand and handed me in a minute or two, and I noticed the screen recording was on. he bent forward taking his phone to do the same thing and set back in it's place within seconds. Once again I was visible on my screen and he spanked me harshly catching me off guard.

"One." I whimpered, I could already feel myself getting wet and dripping down the thighs. I was ready for another hit but it never came instead he trailed his finger along my slit, making me lose my mind and arch my back only burying his face more into my breasts, that made him groan. I expected him to slip his finger in my entrance but he spanked me hard once again.

"Two." I moaned and he continued his torture on me by sucking on my breasts and spanking both my ass cheeks one after the other giving me no time to breathe.

"Three four." I gasped for air, he removed my right breast from his mouth, not before taking my left breast in his mouth and biting it harshly.

"doing so good for daddy, my little whore, I'll think I'll move it to twenty for you since you're enjoying it." He moaned in my breasts.

"No daddy I'm so sorry." I whimpered but only to be met by another sharp slap of his on my backside. "Five" I counted. Soon enough 20, moved to 30 which further moved to 50. I had tears running down my face as I couldn't control anymore of his teasing, I just wanted his fingers and him inside me.

"Please daddy please." I requested as he pinched my bud roughly.

"aww just look at your red little glistening pussy, so red , please what baby?" He slapped my breasts, squeezing it harshly and kneading it.

"your fingers, I want your fingers inside me daddy, I want you inside me daddy." I moaned breathlessly, not being able to contain the euphoric feeling as he started running circles on my core in an extremely fast pace.

"You like it don't you, getting punished, getting spanked, so wet from all this, such a filthy little slut, like this baby?" He cockily asked as he pushed two fingers in me and started pumping in and out. Unconciously I tried to close my legs and I guess he noticed it because he further spread his knees which in turn spreaded mine and made me squirm while he continued pumping his fingers in me.

"Don't squirm, once again try to close your legs and I will stop" He roared as he started scissoring inside me with his fingers, not helping with the squirming at all, only getting me to squirm more and trying to close my legs.

"I said don't squirm you whore and what is that? you tried to close your legs." He growled taking out his fingers and spreading his legs to spread my legs even wider and a burning sensation erupted in my core from being streched out too much making me whimper.

"Please daddy I'm sorry, please I want your fingers inside me, please I promise I won't try to close my legs but it's really difficult to keep it open." I begged him to just put his fingers inside me and fuck me.

"You've really turned bratty you know, sorry babygurl but you'll be punished really hard this time. Not listening to daddy at all." He threatened. spreading his legs even more resulting me to cry his name out loud. He picked his coat and started rummaging through it, finally taking out his tie. Why does he even have a tie if he was wearing tshirt and a coat. He took the tie and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold making me arch my back repeatedly as he took my breast in his mouth. since my eyesight was closed off my ears perked up and I heard him shuffle around, he took phone from my hand and held both my hands behind my back tying it with a soft material, which now I guess was my underwear. He sat me down on the seat sideways, my back against his side and he pulled my knees to my chest. I was wondering what he was going to do when I heard the window descending and me getting wet from rain which was very harsh on my core, with every ounce of patience I tried not to squirm. Thankfully soon enough the window ascended up.

"Now listen to me babygirl, I'm gonna eat you out but before you're going to cum, you have to ask me okay?" He whispered in my ear, I nodded earning another slap on my core.

"Yes daddy." I moaned as he started rubbing circles on my clit once again. He shifted me away from him, lying me down on the seat to open my legs wide for himself.

"Oh so wet from me doll, I'm gonna eat you out so nicely." I could hear his smirk. He pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and bit on my bud harshly, he entered in me with his tongue, lapping again and again in my walls, I locked my ankles behind his neck pushing him deep in me. I never knew how long somebody's finger could be until he entered his fingers in me straightaway hitting my g-spot making me a moaning mess below him. His tongue and fingers working ruthlessly in me until I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen making me pant.

"Daddy!" my eyes rolled back, not knowing anything while he curled his fingers in me removing his mouth from my core to attack my breasts, just increasing the pressure a lot more.

"Oh how daddy loves your breasts darling, so soft, wish I could have them in my mouth all day, you know how hard it is to resist myself when I see you like this under my control, all tied up, just waiting for daddy to pound into his little whore pussy." he kneaded one of my breasts as he sucked on the other one all while fingering me, sending my mind into a frenzy state.

"You feel the pressure in your stomach baby? that means you're going to cum" His voice dangerously calm but I knew he was onto something devilish.

"Yes daddy I feel it, I'm going to cum daddy." I moaned, the pressure growing even more when he scissored again inside me but suddenly everything stopped, his hands, his mouth, everything, leaving me frustrated and whining.

"Oh babygurl didn't think I'll let you cum this easily did you?" He laughed, holding my thighs apart to constraint me from creating any friction between them. Few minutes after the pressure in my stomach subsided and I was left horny, juices dripping to my thigh, he turned me around, my ass in the air, face squished into the leather seat and started eating me out, his hands never leaving my breasts. After a few more minutes of torturing I could feel a little pressure again in my stomach. He removed his tongue from me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, licking between them as I shoved my ass into his face for anything more he could do, which resulted in him licking my hole recklessly. He once again removed his face and pulled me towards him by squeezing my neck and jaw from the front.

"How are you doing babygurl, any pressure down here?" He asked, removing his hand from my neck and moving it further south to my core and inserting three fingers in me harshly, pumping at a very high pace while marking my neck.

"Yes daddy yes, I'm going to come daddy." I whined, pushing myself further more into his chest. He removed all three fingers from inside me only to push them in me again. I was gasping for air, as his pace increased even more than before. How is that even possible?

"daddy I'm going to cum, can I cum please?" I pleaded. My breasts bouncing with the movement in between my legs.

"hold on doll, I'm still not done with my pussy, and if you dare cum, things will only worsen." he curled his fingers in me, hitting my g-spot again and again, pressure building in my stomach reaching it's peak as I cum moaning daddy's name, my thighs trembling and my head fell backwards on daddy's shoulder. I knew he purposely did this because he wanted me to cum to increase my punishment.

"You didn't listen to daddy, daddy's going to pound in his hole and make you cum again and again until he's not done with you, ought to teach you some manners." he growled. He set me against the seat and I heard his belt clunk and his zipper moving meaning now he was going to fuck me senseless until I see stars. He undid his tie and my panties from around my eyes and hands. When I turned to him, he only smirked. I was beyond scared and excited for what coming next.

"Out!" He demanded and I sat their confused. "out of the car my cute little whore" He opened the door ushering me out. It was still raining heavily making me shiver. I stood there getting wet before his further instructions.

"On the car's hood baby." He got out after 10 mins or so with his belt and tie in hands. I quickly shuffled infront of the car to see him already on the boot, giving himself a few pumps. "Come on move your ass quickly." He demanded. I climbed onto the car and sat beside him.

"On my dick baby." He held his dick and aligned himself with me. "Sit down baby." He cooed but I knew very well the devil was soon going to unleash. I sit down on him and tried to keep my legs in between so he couldn't spread it but unluckily he caught on and set my knees on the either side of his knees spreading wide open until I cried out loud and held onto him once again.

"Oh baby I know, it's ok." He hushed and picked his belt and tie and tied my ankles with his legs only spreading them further, making me shout in pain.

"Ride me baby, I wanna feel your bouncing tits on my face." He kept a hand on my waist stimulating me to ride him. He started agonizingly slow, grinding me on him every now and then, making me go mad and loose my common sense.

"Faster daddy, faster." I moaned making him groan, he spread his legs further, taking mine with his too. "aahh daddy no." I whined and he held my waist and started making me ride him faster. He spanked me, only increasing the pressure while my breast in his mouth.

"daddy I'm gonna cum." I started nearing my third orgasm of the day, afraid to be denied.

"Cum baby cum, you're not gonna stop cumming until I'm gonna cum, oh god how I wished I could record you." he groaned. I felt my walls squeezing him, making him throw his head back, his nails digging into my waist, my legs started trembling and I released. Just as I released he picked up his pace and streched his legs, it felt like I could rip apart anytime from being this wide open. I felt the pressure build again it was not minutes before I released again. He quickly untied both our legs and rolled us over. He pounded in me remorselessly with rain having no mercy either. I needed something to hold on, so I held onto his back, surely leaving scratches there. Only thing that could be heard in the moment was us moaning, skin slapping against each other and rain, as I came down from another high. God! sometimes how much I hate his self control, he could last for hours and he did. I released about countless times but he was still nowhere near.

"Please daddy I'm so sorry, please cum daddy." I whined and he pounded into my overly sensitive clit. Once again I released, shrieking, but this time I was not the only one, daddy released too. He filled me with his cum as he rested his head on my shoulder while I pushed out his wet hair from his eyes. He pulled out of me and rested on his side pulling me close to his chest. after a few more minutes of resting on the hood of the car, he got down, and picked me up bridal style and headed inside the car. I winced as he set me down, laying me on the seat and quickly got in.

"You did so good princess, so good for daddy." He kissed me on the lips and picked up my shirt. He started cleaning me, he cleaned my face, jaw, neck moving to my breasts doing nothing sensual but cleaning me and then moving to lower part. He cleaned between my legs as I could feel his breath on my core, he left a quick kiss there and moved down further cleaning my legs. He again held me up as he dressed me into his tshirt and underwear when I winced.

"What is it babygirl?" He asked taking his hands in mine.

"It's paining down there." I muttered looking down.

"So sorry princess must be really sensitive." He laid me down, removed my panties and blew some air on my pussy making me shudder and close my legs.

"It's ok baby I'm just gonna blow some air so it feels good." He opened my legs and blew on my pussy for a couple of minutes before closing my legs and letting me rest.

He quickly dried himself up, wore his boxers and laid himself on me, only to flip us, so now I was on top with my face in the crook of his neck as he held me closer to him with his hand rubbing my back.

"I'm sorry if I was too hard on you baby." daddy whispered from below me.

"It's fine daddy." I replied and kissed him on his neck because it was closest to me.

"Couldn't help it darling, all night you were looking so pretty, all I wanted to do was show you how pretty you were." He mumbled against my lips, making me turn beet red and burst out giggling. "My cute little babygirl." He kissed me on the lips and then my forehead. Feeling content in each others arms we fell asleep.

I told you I wasn't lying when I said it was kinky shit.

Requests are open if you want anything specific, I write oned smut so yeah.

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babyhoneyheslt · 1 year

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Unrequited - A Medieval A/B/O Larry AU

Summary: Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly.

However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

Read it on ao3 here

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Five

#harry and louis #harry styles #larry stylinson #louis and harry #louis tomlinson #fanfic #liam payne #niall horan #Zayn Malik #Larry fic #Larry omegaverse #omega Harry styles #alpha Louis Tomlinson #ao3feed #ao3 author #ao3 works

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Someday My Prince Will Come Part 3:

Leather Jacket

Tuesday morning came with the sun and a new perspective. Yesterday had grown cloudy as Harry had become rather… aroused. But I still couldn’t get over his appearance; his perfect hair, his gorgeous face, his hard chest, deep eyes, and raspy, seductive voice.

He had a way of talking to me that felt so intimate his words alone could give me wet dreams. But I had to get that Prince babe off my mind and focus on Liam.

Liam seemed a bit dull from my mother’s explanation of him. He seemed more like an old man than a hot, rich man my age. I would frankly be fine if he was a dilf, so long as he wasn’t like any of the men in my village.

Songbirds sang cherry songs, but I felt like I was hung from the ceiling by the seat of my pants.

Meeting Harry on the first day was such a roadblock for me.

He arrived right on time wearing a leather jacket and looking extremely handsome, just in a different way than Harry.

Harry had been a bad boy kind of hot whereas Liam looked more put together. Every strand of his hair was perfectly in its place and he looked tame if anything.

I didn’t know how to react to seeing him. Harry had immediately begun dominating the day from the moment we laid eyes on each other, but Liam seemed to be taking a different approach.

I walked over to him and gave him an awkward little hug, feeling my cheeks flame with embarrassment at my sudden burst of confidence.

Straightening stiffly, he tugged at his sleeves awkwardly before shaking your hand and introducing himself.

I made a point to introduce myself and he gave the most contagious smile. “I know,” he grinned, “what other drop dead gorgeous girl would be standing in this garden right now?”

“Good point.” My cheeks heated up even more with the compliment. It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to them, I got them constantly from other villagers, but from these men?

He laughed again and the sound rang clear like bells through the clear, soft morning.

Liam was wearing a cold, low key outfit like Harry had been, but it clearly showed me that he was wealthy and high in society.

I was wearing a sheer teal drape dress over a gray slip. My hair was down and wavy and Liam stroked it up and down. The feeling of his fingers on me sent my mind spiraling.

I led him through the garden to the bench where Harry and I had been the previous afternoon. There was very little breeze today, which meant my hair stayed in place. The still circumstances didn’t keep leaves from falling from trees, however. I looked like an island girl as petals fell from blossoming trees into my hair.

Along with the petals came an insect, which Liam took upon himself to dispose of. The look of concentration on his teddy bear face was to die for; the precise calculations of his every movement made my mind race. Sure, he might not be as cocky and dominant as Harry, but he was still hot as hell.

At one point, we were walking along the fairytale path that wrapped around the ethereal fountain and I couldn’t help myself, I reached my hand gingerly out and stroked Liam’s jawline, his stubble caressing my fingers roughly.

The sensation made me giggle with pleasure and he couldn’t help smiling.

“You really are as perfect as your mama made you seem, huh?” His voice was still new to your ears due to his quiet nature. The words flowed out like golden honey and you grinned at the sound of it.

“You’re just an angel aren’t you?” He asked and you felt even more loved than Harry’s slightly degrading pet talk.

Reaching up and cupping his cheeks in my hands, I kissed him. His stubble tickled my lips and I smiled against it.

He was probably shocked, but he did a good job disguising it. I realized that if I felt the need to hide my true self from them they must not be good enough for me to show it to.

But he simply bent down to my level and kissed me. On my lips.

When I say the sensation was sensational, I mean it in the least cliché way possible. After that, Liam intertwined our fingers more confidently and didn’t pull away when I rested my head against his solid chest.

His leather jacket found its way around my shoulders by the end of the night and I nearly melted into it.

He looked like such a bad boy wearing it, but he was actually so soft. I wondered why he felt the need to cover that up, but I wouldn’t prod. If we were meant to be, we would be, and he could tell me everything.

I could tell him everything.

Every little secret, every white lie, everything. We would be the treasurers to each others’ secretive accounts and stand rigid line soldiers guarding each other. I could see it.

I didn’t know if he could yet, but we could work on that.

When the day was over, I cried when he left. I could still smell him from the jacket that had warmed me all night. I would never forget feeling his soft but hard hand in mine and hearing his gentle, deep breaths as they escaped him, causing him to live, exist.

And I wanted to breathe and live with him.

The rough love that Harry had portrayed would have beat Liam bloody. He would have bruises and scars all over his heart. I felt inclined to hold it and nurse it back to health, injecting it with every kind word I could muster.

I wanted to inflate his ego like Harry seemed to want to inflate mine.

I wanted it all.

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Zane Lowe

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN is mentioned in Harry’s interview with Zane Lowe.

Based on this request.

“Nice nails” Zane compliments Harry who’s sitting in the seat opposite.

“Thanks” Harry politely replies as he glances down at his turquoise nails sitting on his lap. “Thanks for having me”.

After discussing Pleasing and he loved the idea of It, Zane asked “What made you want to do that?”.

“I think for me like…a big part of it is…like I really like making stuff and I really like..kind of coming up with ideas and collaborating with other…especially YN who again is very creative…I feel like I’m really lucky with people around me both personally and professionally that I get to work with are really fun to work with and…you know working’s like my favourite thing to do so..based on the fact that I think obviously it begins as a hobby so then like getting to make stuff for work I feel like is a real gift. I think if I didn’t think about it too much I would be making music and putting out music constantly…but I’m also aware that I’m a total control freak and I want everything to be perfect..so the idea of like oh I made these four songs I’m just going to put out an EP…It’s just not how I think of it”.

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“You're faced with a time when you can’t do that…and the great leveller of like it doesn’t matter how much money you have, doesn’t matter where you live, doesn’t matter this doesn’t matter that…you can’t travel you can’t do this, you can’t go outside your house..It’s like suddenly you’re forced to not be this musician guy, you’re forced to be like a boyfriend, brother and a son…and all of those things..and actually I feel like I..you know kind of had a little bit of a chance to focus on that at least for a moment..umm and just stop and kind of take in a lot of stuff and…remember things, you’re kind of gifted this stolen time” Harry explained his view on the world pandemic.

“You mentioned being all these roles…you mentioned being a boyfriend, what was it like during these times?” Zane quizzed. “Because I imagine you got a taste of what it’s like being a “normal” couple”.

Twisting and playing with his rings on his fingers, Harry explains “Umm…YN has always been my comfort you know and I’d like to think I’m hers too…she’s been a big part of my life and…we’ve been through so much tougher…that it was kind of nice to just stop and take that in.” Zane nodded, an indication for Harry to continue “So when the pandemic hit..we isolated in LA for a while..I saw it as a time for us to be just us…but YN did find it hard because she has such a big family…and umm she just wanted to be closer to them…especially her grandparents and siblings”.

“Yeah I can imagine that being hard..being so far away” Zane sympathised “I don’t mean to pry into your personal life but what do you mean by time for just you two?”

“Like..we’ve never known anything other than travelling..or just being surrounded by other people and just having to plan everything in so much detail..to like not be seen you know…so we kind of got to see what a normal like would be like, whatever a normal life is..if that makes sense?”.

“Yeah it makes total sense”. Zane agreed and could see that Harry craved a little normality in his personal life.

“I suppose..I’m just like really lucky..because YN just gets it. She got put into the limelight the same as us..you know..so yeah she just gets it and I’m just so lucky” Harry continued with a slight giggle as he repeated how lucky he was. “I think what I’m trying to say is…I hit gold when it came to YN…she really is my best friend too and yeah…it was nice to be just a couple without the added pressures.”.

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“We have to acknowledge this because..you know we at one point we were going to this in the United Kingdom”. Harry nodded in agreement “But there’s something wonderful about being in this afterglow of Palm Springs..which is I'm sure is how you feel a little bit after these two amazing headline shows…you seem so chilled you know” Zane laughed but continue “There must have been a relief that you did it?”.

“I just..you know I knew I was going to put something out…whether it’s a show or an album or a song I want it to be perfect..and umm…I think like that’s why I take so much stress on I think around something like Coachella..cause I feel like I want it to be good..like if it’s not going to be good I’d rather not do it..so you know in that kind of setting, no matter what it is kind of…you know the dust or the wind or however many things, it's like so many things can go wrong in that situation..and it's not your show and it's my first festival so…you know I’m kind of going out to the crowd and I like knowing what I’m stepping out to” Harry rambled with a nervous chuckle at the end.

Harry continued “and that was really terrifying”.

“What was your instinct when they asked you to do it?” Zane interrupted.

“That’s too scary and I’m gonna say no” Harry laughed “But..uh YN was like you need to say yes and was just so encouraging and supportive..you know…plus she’s like my biggest fan so of course she wanted me to do it!”.

“So..would you say YN helps with the nerves?” Zane asked curiously.

“I was so nervous..like so nervous..and I remember YN being on facetime to Louis before the show..and them both saying just to be myself and to enjoy…and when I was out there I just focused on being me and nothing else”. Harry spoke freely. “Their advice definitely helped…’cause I had the best time!”.

“Late Night Talking?” Zane stated.

Harry let out a shy chuckle “Uhh…yeah” Harry leans his head on his hand to try and hide is cheeky smile “It’s about YN…well I don’t think it’s a shock to anyone”.

“So…would you say the whole album is about YN?” Zane asked confidently.

“Uhh..most of it..yeah pretty much” Harry smiled “She’s just been a constant in my life..since like we were what..sixteen or seventeen..you know..she’s my life..and I don’t have to pretend to be anyone other than myself around her you know…it’s just easy and I love that about our relationship.” Harry explained.

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“Matilda really shows emotional intelligence and how you were thinking about someone at that time.”. Zane begins to talk about the middle song on Harry’s album.

“Uh…yeah…I actually didn’t write Matilda”. Harry revealed, causing Zane to looked shocked. “YN had this conversation with someone…and she was getting to know them…and they opened up to her and she was like that’s not normal…so she was almost like writing down what she wanted to say to them…and I was like how many people could relate to this you know…and we agreed that it would make a beautiful song for those who needed to hear it”.

“Waw! It holds a real powerful message and I think even if people don’t feel those things…I think it definitely makes them feel something.”. Zane spoke with passion in his voice.

“It definitely does….and it was just about saying I was listening….that was YN’s purpose to it”.

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“Boyfriends” Zane began “It is a great song..It’s from a male perspective, it’s a very knowing song..and It’s a very self-aware song..you have to have some self-awareness to write from that perspective surely”.

Harry answered immediately “Yeah for sure…Boyfriends was written right at the end of Fine Line” Harry explained “Boyfriends is about like…we’re all flawed you know..and I think pretending like we’re not, I just don’t get it..It’s acknowledging my own behaviour, it’s looking at the behaviour I’ve witnessed..I grew up with a sister so it’s like watching her date people and watching friends…but at the same time admitting I’ve not been a perfect boyfriend either”.

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“Love of My Life..I’d always wanted to write a song about like home and loving England…and all of that kind of stuff..and it’s kind of hard to do that you know”

“So Love of Love My Life is about home and England?” Zane asked with a slight smirk on his face.

“As I started making them album…I realised it wasn’t about the kind of geographical location…it was more of an internal thing” Harry tried to hide his bashful smile by rubbing his finger under his nose.

“Do I see Harry Styles blushing?” Zane began to tease Harry.

Harry lets out a loud chuckle and tries to hide his face in his hands “You know..I’ll admit that I blush sometimes…especially when it comes to YN!”.

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harrys-yellow-snow · 11 months

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perfect - an h.s one shot °•. ✿ .•°

PART ONE

word count: 2.5k

themes/triggers/tropes: fluff, angst, lime (do people even say that anymore), arguing, fake dating, relationship...fixing?

It’s been months. Months since that last call, and even longer since that last text. She couldn’t stop thinking of the way she ran her hands through his soft hair. Or the way his fingers traced her jawline when he rested his head in her lap. She hated to admit it, but she missed it.

Nova looked out her window, admiring the view of New York City from ten stories above ground. The Empire State Building could be seen in the distance. Manhattan was beautiful from the air, but looking down made her nauseous sometimes.

Most of the time, she kept glancing down at her phone, waiting for a notification. Not just from him, but from anyone. Her friends, her family, or even people she hadn’t spoken to in years that somehow still had her phone number. Yet, it stayed silent. No sign of life had come from her friends. She hadn’t spoken to anyone in a couple days. Some days, she liked it that way. But other days, like today, she missed them dearly.

She slid off the windowsill and made her way into her kitchen. Nova’s apartment had two rooms, so it was just across the way. Her bed and the bathroom connected from the living room and dining area. She didn’t spend as much time there as she should. The white marble cabinets glistened in the natural sunlight coming from the window. She opened the one above her and took down a box of cereal and a bowl. She liked her cereal dry. She knew she shouldn’t, but it didn’t matter. She sat down at the dining table and began to eat.

It was hard to swallow. Yes, she enjoys dry cereal, but her throat was tight. So were her eyes and her fingers. Nova hadn’t even realized how hard she was gripping the table. She knew she should be over him. It had been months. But she couldn’t stop staring at the empty chair across from her, imagining the perfect way his eyes lit up and the creases that formed near his cheeks when he smiled. She loved his dimples, getting deeper every time she tickled him. As all those memories came flooding back, she slammed her bowl every time she took a spoonful of cereal, She carefully reviewed each and every word she wanted to say to him as he was leaving, as well as the curses she screamed when the door shut for good. All that was left was the smell of his cologne on her sheets. It was impossible for her to sleep in them without thinking of the pain it brought her. All the mistakes she made that night, all of the horrible things she said without realizing. She wanted him back. That’s really all she needed to say.

Nova finished her breakfast and cleaned her dishes. The clouds slowly drifted away from the sun, revealing a beautiful blue sky and a perfect horizon. She looked down from her window to see groups of people cluttered together, walking down the sidewalks. She remembered the countless bags in her hands and the long credit card bills she received. It seemed to be a coping mechanism to get him off of her mind, but it didn’t work all the time. It brought back memories of all the money he spent on the clothes she didn’t deserve. They were deep in her closet, never to be worn again.

Speaking of clothing, she slipped on a light orange t-shirt and a pair of white pants. Her black and white sneakers were a bit tight around the toe, but comfortable overall. She locked up her apartment and made her way down to the street.

When Nova made her way out of her apartment building, she was instantly hit in the face with blaring heat. She felt a bead of sweat drip down her forehead as she started walking. This level of heat always gave her headaches if she wasn’t prepared. The light of the sun reflected off of the cars parked on the side of the road. Puddles were still on the curbs from the rainstorm a couple of nights before. Patches of grass poked out from the cracks in the sidewalk near the drains. All of these disfigurements made her realize not everything was perfect.

Nova headed down at least ten blocks before she got to Times Square. She made her way through the bustling crowds to get a clear view of the New Year’s Ball. However, a pit in her stomach grew as she remembered their New Year’s kiss. On the balcony of his apartment, the ball drop could be seen half a mile away. The spotlights were flashing, but so were cameras below them. The flashes reproduced, which caught their attention. He shrugged, gave the paparazzi the finger, and they headed back inside. They wouldn’t leave him alone.

For the longest time, she thought he would never leave her alone, but that wasn’t the case. She shook her head, telling herself to snap out of it. She had to get over him sooner or later.

The aura was beautiful. She craned her head to look at all the vibrant billboards giving off appealing flares of color. Pictures moved in unison, all across the Square. Then, she saw it. Him.

Harry Styles Love On Tour: New York City. September 21-23. Nova froze in her tracks, letting everyone walk around her. She didn’t care about the dirty looks she received, or the people brushing her shoulders to squeeze through. As quickly as the billboard came, it went. She hadn’t seen him in so long. She refused to look at pictures, watch interviews, read articles, or do anything that had to do with him.

Nova put her head down and kept walking, keeping an eye on her shoes. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw beat-down sneakers, luxurious Gucci boots, and blue flip-flops, but she glanced at her again. She bought these with her own money, not his.

As much as she didn’t want to think about the billboard, she couldn’t stop. His hair was slicked back with the perfect amount of gel. His casual mustache was gone, but his green eyes were sparkling. She thought of all the times he endearingly looked at her from across the room, waiting for a hug or a simple kiss on the forehead. When he wrapped his arms around her, pure bliss and red flush filled her cheeks. His chest was warm like a cushion. She would crane her neck up and rest her chin on his chest, getting a close look at his facial features. Some days, he decided not to shave, leaving small patches of extra hair on his jawline for her to trace her finger over. He moved his head around, squirming underneath her when his face was tickled. He’d pull her in for a kiss and she’d come closer to her. And that was only the beginning.

She had to keep going. Ahead of her was a long street connecting to Times Square, but only a few cars were parked next to the curb. She already needed time away from the bustling crowds, which usually didn’t happen.

No one recognized her. When the first dating rumors came out, her face could barely be seen, even though they were all after her. From the ground, the angle was strange. He was dressed in all black with his hands wrapped around her face, pulling her as close as possible. She was in a gray hoodie as small flakes of snow started piling in her hair. He pulled her hood up and smiled into the kiss, but then they spotted the cameras. After that, she didn’t remember much of what happened. Stories were released, which tore them apart. He was afraid they’d be after her, but they weren’t. She didn’t see many negative responses to the situation, but she knew there definitely were some. That’s what Harry didn’t want her to get caught up on. Then, they started falling apart, not just because of the rumors. They claimed they didn’t love each other as much as before. It broke her. Not just her heart, which she always thought was corny, but her physical health seemed to deteriorate. Sleep deprivation stabbed her like a knife, leaving her in terrible pain. That led to mental misconfigurations, cognition issues, and an overall pissy mood.

After a couple weeks, Nova could barely function. She refused to go out, claiming she was too tired. The city was too bright for her. Too many people to get in her way. Maybe someone would recognize her, pull her to the side, ask her about her ex-boyfriend, possibly even threaten her for “breaking his heart,” when in actuality, he broke hers. She still wasn’t sure what she did, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

She came to the end of the street, both mentally and literally. Her thoughts came to a stop and so did the rough pavement. It went back to being a smooth, cement road, like they decided that this street wouldn’t be paved. In this state, her thoughts of the breakup weren’t paved. They were bumpy and hard to make out. She didn’t have a clear idea of what happened, what caused it, or what she did wrong. What was so wrong with dating him? Other than the fact that they were constantly being followed, she didn’t see anything wrong. New Years was the only night they were ever seen together, then the news somehow suddenly broke out that they had split up.

Mentally, Nova slapped herself, telling her to stop thinking about it. It had been hours since she left the apartment and no other thoughts came to mind except her own mistakes. That stupid billboard didn’t help.

Her stomach grumbled, telling her it was ready to be fed again. Right down the road, there was a bagel shop. New York City famous bagels were something she craved for months at a time, even if she had them every day. As she neared the shop, she took a deep breath, taking in the crisp, burnt smell of the iconic bakery. She stepped inside and was taken aback by the beauty of her favorite shop. It wasn’t as crowded as it usually was on a Tuesday afternoon. She was just in time for brunch, possibly early lunch. She waved to the familiar man at the counter, who shot her a smile.

“Hey, Nova! What can I get for you? You want your regular?” This was the ideal time for his thick Brooklyn accent to shine.

“Yes, please,” Nova said. As her friend went in the back to place the order with the bakers, she looked around the shop, imagining the food was about to be receive. An everything bagel with ham, cheese, and pickles. She had a strange taste in food (no pun intended), but she didn’t mind. It was mostly unique combinations of healthy foods, but there were a lot of popular foods she didn’t like. She hadn’t eaten meat in a while because she went pescatarian a couple months ago…

Nova sat down at the table closest to the window and looked out at the street. People on both sides passed by quickly. She loved people watching. In airports, on subways or the bus, or at small shops like these. Her eyes scanned across the window, watching some people enter the bagel shop, watching some leave, or just watching some walk by. Her friend tapped her shoulder, making her direct her attention towards him and the basket of food he put down in front of her. She thanked him and began to eat.

This was a flavor she hadn’t had in a while. Smoked ham on a mildly spicy bagel, with a hint of sweetness from the cheese. It was perfect.

Another ring from the opening door filled the shop. Most people turned their heads like little kids in class whenever an unexpected visitor arrived. Nova was one of those children, poking her head up from her basket after saving a droplet of cheese from getting on her shirt. His hair was short and dark. He wore a blue and gray flannel and light blue jeans. His feet were protected by black and white Adidas sneakers. When he turned around after placing his order, she saw his face.

Niall.

She hadn’t seen him in so long. Did no one recognize him? They made eye contact and his blue eyes lit up. A smile spread across his face as he made his way over to her table.

“Nova?” She stood up and they joined together in a quick embrace. He sat down and leaned his arms up against the table. “It’s great to see you again. I almost didn’t recognize you!”

“I know,” she grinned, focusing on her food to make sure she’s eating slower and neater than before he walked in.

“How have you been?” He reached across and grabbed a lone piece of ham that fell from her sandwich and popped it into his mouth. She looked up at him and smiled, or at least tried to after hearing the question.

“I’ve been alright, thanks for asking,” her smile quickly faded and she took another bite of her sandwich. It was an irritated bite, knowing he’d ask more. He sighed and strung his fingers together.

“You’re not still thinking about him, are you?” he asked with a slight whisper. Nova swiftly looked up from her food again, getting a bit of a head rush. Her eyelids drooped, trying to regain her balance in her seat. She didn’t know how to respond. She knew he’d be upset if she told him, but if she lied, he’d know. With a slow shake of her head, she lied.

“No.”

Niall sighed again, “don’t lie to me, Nova. This is serious.”

She refused to answer.

“Nova,” he started, rubbing his temple with his calloused fingertips, “you still think about him, right?”

“Yeah, I do. A lot, actually,” she finished the last of her bagel and pushed the basket aside. She looked out the window again. She knew Niall wasn’t there to bother her, but it certainly was working. He was one of her best friends, but hadn’t spoken to him since breaking up with him.

“Why?” he simply asked. A mixed look of confusion spread across Nova’s face. Why? She didn’t know why. If she did, she’d probably tell him.

“I don’t know why. I just… do. I don’t know.”

“It’s been months–”

“I know it has. I don’t think I’m getting over him any time soon. I just,” she stopped her sentence abruptly to scratch her forehead and sigh, “I keep thinking about him. Everything reminds me of him. I can’t sleep because my bed is empty every night. I should be over him, I know, but I physically cannot.”

“Maybe you should get out of here, then. Live somewhere else for a while,” Niall suggested.

“Where? I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“I’m having a party next week. Maybe you can come and stay at my place in L.A. for a bit,” his Irish accent was more prominent near the end of that sentence. Sometimes, his accent is hard to figure out, either what he’s saying or what accent it is.

“Seriously? You’d let me live with you?”

“Of course. You seem pressured to live here,” he said.

“I appreciate that,” Nova replied.

“Call me when you’re ready to go.”

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