#Zayn’s Malik smut one shot

[chrispydreams]

I fear.. my type might just be "coolest youngest in the group"

[paulyenvol6]

Against All Odds (Chapter 3)

Contains: SMUT, oral (f receiving), touching, slight soft dom Harry, mentions of virginity, f reader who is very inexperienced

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Just when she was about to enter the room she heared the piano. It was weird, why was there someone playing at 1:15 am? She opened the door and it was him: Harry Styles. Of course. She wanted to leave but something made her stay. She felt her heart beating faster. He looked so handsome in his black simple suit and his hair being so curly and messy.

He played very beautifuly until he suddenly stopped. She realized that there had been a little sigh coming out of her mouth. Harry turned around and fixed her with his eyes. „What the fuck are you doin‘ here?“, he asked. Y/n didn’t say anything. „Words. Answer me.“, Harry demanded again. „I – I don’t know, I c – couldn’t sleep and I – I walked around…“ Harry slightly chuckled at her being all nervous and stuttering.

„C’mere.“, he said with his dark voice. Her eyes widened, which made him smirk. „C’mon.“ Y/n didn’t know what to do so she walked over to him, standing awkwardly next to him. „Can you play?“, he asked. Y/n nodded and Harry stood up, to make space for her. He didn’t say a word but she understood. She sat down and felt his arm close to her shoulder as she started to play a slow piece. Harry didn’t say anything until she finished. „That was very beautiful.“, he admited.

Y/n got goosebumps all over her body. How was he able to make her react to him like that? She felt his arm closer to her shoulder and then he lowered his head to her ear. „You’re driving me crazy.“, he whispered very quiet. Y/n sighed and closed her eyes. „Do you want me?“ She was unable to say a word but slightly pressed her arm closer to him. „Do you want me, y/n? Do you want me to touch you?“

She gasped: „Yes.“ and that was enough for Harry to turn her head and kiss her. Her lips were so soft that he wondered how the rest of her body would feel. He opened his mouth and parted her lips with his tongue to get into her mouth. He wasn’t onehundred percent sure, but it seemed to him that she didn’t wear a bra which made him go wild.

He fumbled at the neckline of her shirt and touched her neck. It all happened very fast and wild and his hands now were laying on her hips. Suddenly, still sitting on the piano chair, y/n pushed him away by putting her hands on his chest. He was very suprised but stepped away from her. „What’s wrong?“, he asked. „Are you alright?“ She nodded and looked to the ground. „Yeah, I am. It’s just… I mean I really enjoy it, but…you know…I…“, she sighed and Harry chuckled. „You can tell me, love.“

She sighed again and her voice got even more quiet than before. „I – I’ve never had sex.“ „What?“ Harry really seemed suprised. „Wow that was unexpected.“  Y/n nodded and didn’t know what to say. She was horny for this man but wasn’t sure how to deal with the situation. „So, what is it you wanna do, y/n?“, Harry asked. „I don’t know, I mean I… you know I think I’d like to go further, but it’s just, I’m a little scared and I really don’t know what to do.“

Harry came a little closer to her and whispered: „Have you ever done anythin‘ else? Like touching? Or did anyone ever go down on you?“ Y/n shook her head. „No, I just kissed someone in like... middle school.“ Harry took her hand and caressed it. „You want me t‘ show you? I’mma be very gentle and soft, promise. But y’can say no, if y’don’t wanna.“ Y/n was suprised of his gentle touch and words and she turned around to finally look in his eyes. They were darker than usually and she was suprised that she even noticed.

„I think I want you to show me.“ „Y’think or y’know?“ She smiled. „I know I want you to show me.“ Harry smiled but still kept standing where he was. „But I need t’make sure that you feel comfortable all the time. If I do anythin‘ y’don’t like, you need to promise me, that you tell me, ok? Y’need t‘say, if it’s t’much.“ Y/n nodded and mumbled „Okay.“ He smirked and came closer to kiss her again. He was excited and horny. He knew that he had to be very careful not to hurt her and be slow with her but he still couldn’t be any luckier right now. Those soft lips, and her hair that smelled so good.

Y/n was very suprised by Harry. She didn’t know that he was capable of being that gentle and sweet. The way he dealt with her words has been very nice and understanding. And he suddenly changed from being a mean asshole to being caring. Or did he just act like it and played her? 

Harry kepts kissing her soft lips and put his hands on her waist. „May I?“, he mumbled against her lips and she nodded. Her oversized shirt, which turned him on for some reasons was still in the way but he slowly caressed her skin. His hands wandered down to find the hem of the shirt. He touched the skin over the waistband. It was so soft and warm that he felt like he never wanted to take his hands off her.

When his hands crawled higher he thought it was time to change their positions. He still stood next to the piano chair and had to lean down to her while she had to turn her head to kiss him. He picked her up and then sat down on the couch in the rehearsal room with y/n on his lap. She reached down to kiss him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She played a bit with his hair, which made Harry sigh.

He put his hands under her shirt again and touched his way up to under her breast. He could feel her getting a bit stiff and whispered: „It’s all right, Honey. Do you want me to keep going or should I stop?“ „No, I want you to keep going. I’m just nervous.“ „There’s no reason to be. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anythin‘ y’don’t like.“ „I know, it’s just, I’ve never done anything like this and no one has ever seen me naked, except for my parents at a young age, of course.“, she nervously chuckled.

„That’s ok. No reason to be insecure though. You’re so fucking beautiful, god.“ Y/n giggled and slightly blushed. Harry held her closer to his chest and kissed her jaw and then made his way down to her neck. He left soft kisses and sucked on it very gentle. Meanwhile he touched her chest by running his thumb over her skin. Y/n let out a gasp when he touched her nipple.

He smiled and kept caressing her skin. He could feel her breathe even faster when he teased her nipples between his fingers and traced the contures of her breasts with his fingers. God, he really knew how to turn her on.

He stopped kissing her and y/n immediately missed his lips. Harry took off her shirt not before giving her a questioning look. Y/n nodded and helped him getting it off faster, which made Harry smirk. As soon as the shirt was off Harry kissed down from her neck to her naked chest which made y/n shiver of excitement. When his tongue played with her nipple she moaned softly and dug her hands in his hair.

She straighted herself up so that Harry didn’t have to bend his head down. Her chest was now on the same height as his mouth. Y/n could feel a big bulge underneath her, which got her very exciting and nervous. Harry kept kissing her bare chest. He just couldn’t get enough of her warm and soft skin, of her moaning and whimpering. He could feel her pressing against his cock which made him even hornier and drove him crazy. 

He had his hand around her waist, dugged in her skin and slowly caressing it, and now his hands wandered down to her hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her short sweatpants. He touched his way down to her naked legs and dugged his fingers into her thighs. God, she was so sexy.

He thought he couldn’t be any luckier right now when y/n gently pushed his head away from her chest, kissed him on his mouth and started to unbotton his white shirt. She laid her hands on his chest and caressed his skin. Harry’s hands were still running over her thighs and massaged her. He could feel y/n slightly be nervous when she kissed him on his neck. „It’s alright, love. You’re doin‘ awesome.“

It was true, her mouth felt incredible on his collarbone. He gently touched her hair and caressed it a bit. He let out a gasp when she softly licked over his tattooed skin. „Oh god, y/n.“, he moaned. He could see her still being a little insecure but there honestly was no reason to be. Y/n’s mouth was now on his lips again and she sighed against them when Harry ran his hands over the skin right below the hem of her shorts.                 

„Do you want to go further? We really don’t have to, I want you to feel comfortable.“ He wanted her so bad, but he didn’t want to go too fast. It was very hard to hold himself back but he had to. It was her first time and he didn’t want to pressure or scare her. But y/n just nodded and kissed him on his buttom lip.

„Need t’hear it, Baby.“, Harry whispered, took her face in his hands and held her a bit away from him. „Just don’t want you to regret anythin‘ later.“ „Yes I wanna go further, Harry. I really do. I trust you, that you’re gonna be nice.“ Harry smirked. „You trust me? After our history?“ Y/n chuckled. „I know, but… Right now I do. Right now I wanna be with you.“ Harry smiled at her in a way that she had never seen him smile before. Or at least not at her. It was an honest smile, nothing sarcastic in it. 

Harry once again picked her up from the couch and laid her down. Luckily, the couch was quite big so Harry had enough space to kneel over her, with one knee on each side of her hips. He leaned down to kiss her and then kissed all the way down to the waistband of her shorts, where he stopped. He looked up to her in her eyes. Y/n bit her lips and nodded in a very serious way.

„Yes.“ was all she had to say and Harry hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulled them down and dropped them next to the couch. She didn’t wore any panties, which was obvious since it was the clothes she had wanted to sleep in. „You want fingers or my mouth?“ Y/n was thinking. „I don’t know… Maybe mouth?“ Harry nodded. „Very nice to hear.“ Y/n smiled and shivered from the  excitement.

She felt very good, of course still nervous, but he was so soft and gentle with her that she felt safe and comfortable. Harry spreaded her legs gently and positioned himself between them. He kissed her belly and then down to her pubic area.

His tongue immediately found her clit, which made y/n gasp and arch. His tongue drew circles around her clit, teasing her and touched it very gentle with the tip of his tongue. Y/n whimpered and dugged her hands in the sofa, which made Harry so hard that it was almost uncomfortable.

He then teased her by touching her entrace, which revealed to him how tight she actually was. She was already so wet for him and god she tasted so good that Harry wished to stay between her legs forever. Her cunt was dripping and he wanted to get every ounce of her sweet arousal. She panted under him, eyes closed and by now she was unable to stay still. She shifted restlessly and arched on the couch. When she started to softly moan his name he thought he was gonna lose it. 

Then Harry came back to her clit, licking it, sucking on it and kissing it. During it he watched her experiencing that much pleasure under his touch, which drove him crazy and was so hot to him. Y/n put her hands to his head and pressed him closer to her cunt in an uncontrolled way. She was too turned on and wild to really know what she was doing, she just wanted to touch him and clung to something.

Harry could hear her getting louder and knew she was close to an orgasm. He licked her clit faster and faster, felt her clench and then felt her come on his tongue. She gasped a „Oh god, Harry!“ and he thought that was the hottest thing he had ever heared. She squeaked softly and then fell back on the couch panting very fast and uncontrolled.

Harry crawled up to her and pulled her to his chest. She closed her eyes and slowly came down from her high. Wow, that has been awesome. Y/n of course masturbated and had always enjoyed it, but his tongue on her clit for her was a whole new level. Shit, he was so hot and the way he had looked with his head between her legs, his gorgeous and sexy hair and then his eyes which had sometimes looked up to her during the act. They had been so dark from his erection.

Harry had put an arm around her back holding her close to him. „Harry, was very good.“, she said. „Great to hear that.“, he smiled and caressed her hair out of her face. „Are you cold?“, he asked when he saw her slightly shivering and the goosebumps on her arms. „Yes, a little.“, y/n answered.

Of course she was, Harry thought. He was fully dressed, besides his shirt being opened but she was naked and now, after an orgasm it was obvious that she would get a little cold after her body was calmed. „Let’s get you warm.“, Harry spoke, sat up, grabbed her clothes off the floor and gave them to her. She put them on and they walked out of the rehearsal room. During their way up in the elevator y/n took his hand and pressed herself against Harry’s arm, which made him smirk.

When they were standing in front of y/n’s door Harry took her hand and left a soft kiss. „It was very beautiful, I hope you thought so too.“ Y/n blushed and answered: „Oh fuck yes, I enjoyed it.“ They laughed, before y/n entered her room and they wished each other a good night, or what was left of it.                                                 

She immediately jumped into her bed and stared at the ceiling. What did just happen? She wasn’t able to realize this. She has had sex with Harry. Harry, the person that she had been mad at constantly the last week. The person she genuinly had hated for his arrogance. And now, this Harry had nothing to do with the old version of him. He had been so lovely and caring. What was going on with him? And what would happen now? Would they just see each other the next day and act like nothing happened? Was it a one – time – thing? She really needed to get some sleep now, which she did while thinking of his soft mouth and tongue.                                  

[muserryy]

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."

[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Zayn Malik

Addiction

N\a: Em minha defesa, eu não escrevo só putaria, são vocês que pedem KKKKKKKKK Enfim, eu PRECISAVA ESCREVERUMA PUTARIA COM O ZAYN DEPOIS DAS MENSAGENS DELE VAZAREM (no pedido, queriam um soft hot, mas eu não sei se consegui fazer issoKKKKKKKK)

Situação: !garoto de programa!x Zayn Malik x !Cliente! Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 2,507

Avisos: +18; linguagem sexual explícita

“Transferência feita” Era o que a mensagem de S\N dizia. Suspirei, sem deixar de me sentir culpado. 

Faziam pelo menos três meses que a estrangeira pagava pelos meus “serviços”, mas nunca realmente utilizou deles. 

Tudo começou quando a garota perdeu uma aposta durante uma festa da universidade, e foi desafiada a chamar um garoto de programa. Como uma das presentes já era minha cliente, não exitou em fazer a indicação. 

O que eu não esperava era o rosto vermelho e o inglês gaguejado que me esperava. S\N era virgem, e os idiotas com quem estavam se acharam no direito de brincar sobre aquilo, colocando-a naquela situação. 

Ofereci apenas ficar no quarto e sair de lá dizendo que aconteceu, o que a deixou mais tranquila. 

Como precisávamos ficar tempo o suficiente para que acreditassem, passamos a conversar. O assunto fluía tão perfeitamente entre nós dois que as duas horas passaram que percebêssemos, saindo do nosso mundinho quando meu celular despertou. 

Uma semana depois, ela me chamou novamente. Estava bêbada e chorando. Disse que se sentia sozinha e que precisava de alguém para conversar. 

Desde lá, nossos encontros começaram a ficar frequentes, e nem sempre era ela quem dava o primeiro passo. Mais de uma vez, me vi negando serviço para poder sair em uma tarde tranquila e assistir um filme qualquer, ou apenas passar a madrugada conversando sobre todo e qualquer assunto. 

O que me incomodava era o fato de ela sempre pagar. Mesmo quando eu negava. Ela vinha com um papo de “você poderia estar trabalhando e está aqui perdendo tempo comigo” e então simplesmente fazia a transferência. 

Isso fazia eu me sentir um grande idiota. Gostava do nosso tempo juntos e me sentia péssimo em receber por aquilo.

— Olá, querida. — Falei quando a porta foi aberta. — Feliz aniversário. — Estendi o pacote. S\N arregalou os olhos grandes, o vermelho atingindo suas bochechas de forma encantadora.

— Z, não precisava. — Murmurou envergonhada. 

— Precisava sim! Abre logo. — Brinquei, empurrando seus ombros para poder entrar no apartamento. 

Era o aniversário de 23 anos de S\N, data que ela geralmente passava sozinha desde que saiu do Brasil. Tirei a noite inteira de folga, ignorando os apelos da dona da boate em que costumava ficar, já que era final de semana. 

Pendurei minha jaqueta no cabideiro e caminhei até a sala. Havia uma caixa de pizza fechada sobre a mesinha e uma garrafa de vinho.

A garota sentou no sofá, abrindo o papel decorado com cuidado e mais uma vez arregalando os olhos. 

— Zayn! Meu Deus, eu não posso aceitar. — Estendeu o tablet de desenho em minha direção. 

— É seu. 

— Isso é caro demais. — Negou com a cabeça. 

— Não importa o valor, é seu aniversário e você não pode negar o presente. — Ela fez um biquinho, encarando o presente com olhinhos brilhantes antes de me olhar mais uma vez. 

— Obrigada, eu amei. 

Boa parte da pizza já havia sido consumida, assim como uma garrafa inteira de vinho. Estávamos sentados os dois no chão, bebendo a segunda. Rindo de alguma coisa aleatória e ouvindo uma música qualquer que tocava. 

— Por que sempre fica sozinha no seu aniversário? 

— Ah… — Suspirou, bebendo mais um gole do líquido roxo. — Não gosto muito de festas. 

— Nos conhecemos em uma. — A olhei de lado. 

— E olha o que aconteceu. — Deu de ombros. 

— Está reclamando? — Belisquei sua bochecha, o que a fez rir alto.

— Não! Mas foi desconfortável… e quando eles descobriram sobre minha virgindade me obrigaram a ligar para um gp, minha sorte é que era você. 

— Acho que eu quem tive sorte aquele dia. — Divaguei. 

— Zayn? — Ela chamou depois de ficarmos algum tempinho em silêncio. 

— Hum? 

— Você me acha bonita? — Franzi o cenho, virando para olhá-la. 

— Claro que sim. 

— Quero que seja sincero. Você me acha bonita? — Talvez fosse o efeito do vinho, mas encarei seu rosto com atenção. 

S\N não era bonita. Era absolutamente linda. 

Seus olhos eram grandes e brilhantes, capazes de lerem a minha alma com uma facilidade assustadora. Suas bochechas estavam vermelhas pelo vinho, assim como os lábios cheios e bem desenhados. 

— Esquece… — Ela suspirou, sorrindo envergonhada. 

— Eu acho você linda. — Ela me encarou. — Você é absurdamente linda. 

— Nós… somos amigos? — Perguntou temerosa. 

— É claro que sim, S\N. — Vi como seu corpo se aproximou mais do meu no sofá, sentindo meu coração bater mais forte dentro do peito.

— Posso fazer um pedido estranho? — Assenti, imerso na imensidão de seus olhos. — Eu quero… quero… — Ela suspirou, nervosa. — Quero perder a virgindade. 

— O que? — Engasguei. 

— Não me faça repetir. — Resmungou. 

— De onde saiu isso? Alguém falou algo a você de novo? 

— Não. Eu quero. 

— Você deveria esperar a pessoa certa, S\N, alguém especial. 

— Você é especial, Zayn. E eu não consigo pensar em ninguém melhor do que você. 

— Você tem certeza? — Perguntei, sem saber se queria que ela dissesse sim ou não. S\N prendeu o lábio inferior entre os dentes e assentiu de leve. 

Como a porra de um adolescente, prestes a tocar uma garota pela primeira vez, segurei seu queixo com os dedos. 

S\N fechou os olhos, deixando os lábios convidativos entre abertos. Observei suas feições perfeitas antes. A forma como seus cílios compridos enfeitavam os olhos fechados, o vermelho de suas bochechas a deixando ainda mais linda, quase como uma aparência angelical de tão inocente. 

Deixei que a vontade me dominasse, e toquei sua boca com a minha. 

Tentei ser o mais delicado possível, mesmo que tudo dentro de mim lutasse contra isso. Mas meu autocontrole se esvaiu quase por inteiro quando a ponta da língua doce tocou meu lábio inferior. 

Segurei sua nuca, empurrando a língua contra a sua e me embebedando ainda mais com o gosto de vinho. 

S/N suspirou, abrindo ainda mais a boca. 

Desci os beijos por seu pescoço, lambendo sua pele e sentindo seu cheiro. Ela não era do tipo extremamente vaidosa, nunca passava perfume demais. Deixando apenas o cheiro do sabonete e de sua própria essência para me enlouquecer ainda mais. 

As mãos pequenas agarraram meus ombros, apertando o tecido da camiseta entre os dedos. 

Sua pele arrepiava a cada novo toque, totalmente entregue a mim. 

Enfiei as mãos por baixo do moletom cinza, segurando sua cintura com força. A garota jogou a cabeça para trás, com os olhos fechados, revelando ainda mais o pescoço agora avermelhado pelos meus beijos. 

— Você tem certeza? — Perguntei uma última vez, me agarrando ao máximo ao último fio de autocontrole. 

— Tenho. Eu quero você, Zayn. — Puxei seu corpo para ficar sobre o meu, me erguendo em seguida. — O que está fazendo? 

— Sua primeira vez não vai ser em um sofá. — Voltei a tomar sua boca, caminhando em passos cegos até a porta que sabia que era do seu quarto. 

Nunca havia entrado lá, mas o cômodo combinava perfeitamente com a dona. 

Deitei S/N sobre a cama arrumada, espalhando seus cabelos sobre o travesseiro. 

A luz que entrava pela porta aberta e um pequeno abajur em sua mesa de estudo eram o suficiente para iluminar o ambiente. 

Nos encaramos por alguns segundos, com a respiração irregular pela ansiedade. 

Tirei os tênis de seus pés, junto com as meias. E depois me livrei dos meus. Subi na cama, indo devagar em sua direção. 

Segurei a barra do moletom e S/N ergueu os braços para ajudar a tirar. 

O sutiã branco combinava perfeitamente com sua pele imaculada. 

Distribuí beijos molhados, me deliciando com os gemidos e suspiros baixos que escapavam de sua boca. 

Beijei sua barriga, ao lado do umbigo antes de puxar para baixo a calça que combinava com o moletom. 

Precisei fechar os olhos com força ao ver a mancha molhada em meio à renda branca. 

Mesmo vestindo roupas íntimas, a garota parecia um anjo, e eu estava prestes a corrompê-la. 

— Eu quero ver você. — Ela sussurrou. 

Puxei a camiseta por trás, jogando para algum canto e sentindo meus músculos tensionarem enquanto seus olhos passeavam pela minha pele. Ela ajoelhou na cama, e com o indicador dedilhou as tatuagens do meu peito. 

— Você gosta? — Perguntei baixo. 

— São lindas. — Ela sorri. 

Ataco sua boca, com fome. 

Sem me conter, passo as mãos pela pele quente, querendo manter em minha memória cada parte daquele corpo que parecia desenhado para mim. 

Levei os dedos até o fecho de seu sutiã, deixando que a peça escorregasse em seus braços. 

Os bicos durinhos e rosados me encaravam, pedindo por atenção. Rolei a língua por cima de um deles, sorrindo ao ouvir um praguejar baixinho fugir de sua boca. 

Nunca fui do tipo viciado em seios. Gostava de todos os tipos. Mas, porra, eu poderia passar o resto da minha vida sugando os seios dessa mulher apenas para vê-la como veio agora. 

Ainda com a boca contra sua pele, empurrei seu corpo com cuidado para que voltasse a deitar. 

Toquei com a ponta dos dedos em seu centro, soltando um palavrão ao sentir o quão molhada e quente ela estava. 

Puxei a calcinha para fora de seu corpo, e ela fechou as pernas, ficando com o rosto ainda mais vermelho.

— Não se esconda de mim, linda. — Pedi, deixando um carinho por suas pernas. Ela não demonstrou resistência quando tentei abrí-las. Beijei suas coxas, e praticamente rosnei quando o cheiro de sua feminilidade preencheu minhas narinas. — Eu quero que relaxe. — Sussurrei. Com uma calma que não tinha, passei a língua por sua extensão. — Porra. — Grunhi. 

S\N conseguia ser doce por todos os lugares. 

Eu não faço sexo oral com clientes, a possibilidade de pegar uma doença é absurda. Mas a vontade de chupar essa garota era tanta que estava me consumindo completamente. 

Suguei o clitóris inchado com gentileza, ouvindo-a murmurar coisas sem sentido e empurrar mais a cintura em minha direção. 

Me perdi em seu gosto, nas sensações que corriam por meu corpo cada vez que ela gemia e se entregava ainda mais. 

Puxei uma das mãos pequenas até o meu cabelo, e sorrindo quando ela os puxou sem nenhum temor. 

Sua respiração ficava cada vez mais acelerada e ela ficava inquieta. Estava perto e não sabia como lidar com isso. 

Segurei sua coxas, mantendo-a no lugar e me empenhei em fazê-la se sentir bem. 

Meu pau implorava dentro da calça e eu podia sentir a cueca úmida pelo pré-gozo. 

S\N explodiu em um orgasmo, chamando meu nome. 

Estendi um pouco mais suas reações, sem afastar minha boca, recebendo de bom grado todo o mel que escorria. 

Quando fiquei de pé, abaixando a calça e a cueca, vi como ela suspirou, mordendo o lábio. Era como a visão do paraíso pra mim. Os cabelos revoltos espalhados pela cama, o corpo suado e a expressão de prazer ainda presente em seu rosto. 

Ainda com os olhos cravados aos seus, rasguei o papel laminado da camisinha e a estiquei. 

S\N lambeu os lábios e preencheu meus pensamentos com imagens suas, ajoelhada na minha frente e me engolindo. 

Respirei fundo, afastando a fantasia e subindo na cama. 

— Eu não prometo que não vá doer. — Comecei a falar baixinho, espalhando sua lubrificação com a minha glande, soltando um palavrão em seguida. — Mas vou fazer você se sentir bem, okay? — Ela assentiu rápido. — Quero que me diga se não gostar de algo, tudo bem? — Mais uma vez, ela assentiu. 

Baixei meu corpo sobre o seu, segurando o rosto pequeno em uma mão para que ela me encarasse. S\N abriu a boca em um “O” quando empurrei, com lentidão. Suas sobrancelhas se franziram e a respiração ficou entrecortada. Prendi o lábio inferior com força, sentindo o quão apertada e quente ela era. 

Fui um pouco mais e ela levou as mãos até meus ombros, me fazendo parar no mesmo segundo. Ficar parado estava me matando e meu pau ficava ainda mais duro a cada segundo. Deixei beijinhos em seus lábios até que ela relaxasse em meus braços e investi mais uma vez, rompendo a barreira de sua inocência. 

S\N soltou uma lamúria, e eu voltei a beijá-la. Beijei suas bochechas, apagando as lágrimas solitárias que tentou escorrer, beijei sua testa, seu nariz, seu queixo e sua boca.  

Arrisquei me mover, indo devagar. 

S\N fechou os olhos com força e puxou o ar. 

— Quer que eu pare? — Falei preocupado.

— Não, não. — Negou. — Isso é bom. — Investi um pouco mais forte. — Oh, meu deus… — Apertou meus ombros. 

Não consegui conter o sorriso. Ela não estava daquela forma por sentir dor, e sim prazer. 

Lambi seu pescoço, começando a me mover em um ritmo mais lento. O prazer corria em minhas veias. Segurei um dos seios que cabiam perfeitamente em minha palma, apertando o mamilo com as pontas dos dedos. 

— Zayn… — Resmungou, me enlouquecendo ainda mais. 

— Me diga o que quer, linda? — Sussurrei beijando seu queixo em seguida. 

— Mais rápido, por favor. — Murmurou, escondendo o rosto em meu pescoço. 

— Você não precisa ter vergonha de me dizer o que quer, S\N. — Beijei seus cabelos e a fiz deitar novamente. Segurei uma das suas coxas com força, aumentando o ritmo drasticamente, mas ainda tomando cuidado. A garota revirou os olhos. — Assim, amor? 

— Porra, sim. Isso é bom. — Sua resposta fez o monstro dentro de mim se sentir orgulhoso. 

Ajoelhei na cama, puxando sua cintura para que a bunda redondinha ficasse sobre as minhas coxas. A garota me encarou com curiosidade e eu não consegui evitar o sorriso malicioso. 

Entrei de uma vez, indo mais fundo pela posição, o que a fez engasgar. 

Meti com calma algumas vezes, deixando com que ela acostumasse á nova posição. E então voltei para o ritmo anterior, batendo meu corpo contra o seu e causando estalos pelo quarto. 

Queria vê-la perder o controle. 

Coloquei a língua para fora, lubrificando meus dedos antes de descer a mão e acariciar o clitóris sensível. 

S\N gritou. Ela colocou os braços sobre o rosto, gemendo meu nome sem parar. Seus seios balançavam conforme minhas investidas e ela choramingava cada vez que eu ritmava o carinho em seu ponto sensível com as metidas do meu pau. 

Senti seu canal ficar ainda mais estreito, vi como a camada fina de suor deixava seu corpo ainda mais lindo, como se ela brilhasse. 

S\N sussurrou meu nome uma última vez antes de me estrangular com a boceta e convulsionar a minha volta, me obrigando a gozar junto com ela. 

Ainda sentindo seu aperto, deixei meu corpo cair para a frente. Beijei sua boca e seu rosto, estranhando o sentimento que começava a encher meu peito. 

Eu não dormia com clientes. Eu ia embora assim que terminava tudo. 

Mas depois de carregar a garota até o banheiro e fazer questão de banhar seu corpo, deitei ao seu lado na cama. 

Ela sorria abertamente, fazendo meu coração pular cada vez que fazia isso. 

Eu estava fodido. 

Como ia tocar o corpo de outra mulher depois do que acabou de acontecer? 

Eu não conseguiria, sabia disso. 

“estou fora” 

Foi tudo que digitei para a dona da boate antes de encaixar meu rosto na nuca da minha garota e puxar seu corpo para encaixar no meu.

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Summary: this was an anon request from Wattpad - “guess who - zayn, niall, harry, she has to guess who is touching her, eating her out, or fucking her”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, foursome, guy x guy actions, drunk/high actions, smoking weed, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, hair pulling, biting, heavy teasing, oral (all), fingering, this is going to be absolutely filthy

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You watched as the party grew to its end.

You walked over and sat down on the bean bag chair that was on the floor. You fell back onto it and let out a sigh.

“Hello gorgeous.”

You tilt your head up and smile as you see Harry, “Hey sexy.”

He raises his eyebrows as he sits down on the bean bag next to you, “Havin’ fun?” He asks as he puts a joint between his lips.

Your eyes follow the lighter watch as he lights it, “Uh huh.”

He puts the lighter back in his pocket and nods, “Uh huh.” He mocks you with a chuckle.

You roll your eyes and laugh, “Stop it.”

He hands you the joint and you take it. He watches as you bring it up to your lips and close your eyes as you inhale.

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth. You tilt your head back and slowly exhaled the smoke. He shifted around slightly and you turned to look at him.

You smirk and glance down. He looks at you with a smirk and Niall, Zayn and a few others come walking over, “Hey, hey. Wanna play truth or dare?” Louis asks reaching out for the joint.

“Sure.” You answer quickly.

“Alright.” Louis cheers and the others cheer with him, “Harry?”

Harry looks over at you and scrunches his nose with a smirk, “Yeah, alright.”

You smirk and pluck the joint from Louis’ hand. You put it between your lips and sit back as you inhale.

You hand it to Harry and he gently grazes your hand before taking it. You look over at him with a smirk.

Your friends friend pile in, and you’re quick to realize that they’re all the douchey duck boys.

That just means you’re going to be the sexualized target for the night.

——

“Y/N.”

You look up at Louis, “Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You answer quickly.

“Oh shit, alright.” He says kind of surprised. I dare you to pick one of us to make out with.”

“Tommo, dude. Come on. She’s Harry’s fuck buddy, so we all know who she’s going to pick.”

You glance over at Harry and he gives you a slight nod.

He knows exactly who you’re going for.

“Fine.” You say as you stand up.

Harry watches you walk over to your pick and straddle his lap. You grab his cheeks and wink at him before you lean in.

His hands slide to your hips as your work together in a slow rhythm.

Niall joins you and Harry for sex occasionally, but no one knows it.

His grip tightens and you lean back, giving him a smile.

“Niall, bro. What the fuck?” His friend pats his back as he smiles.

Niall watches you walk towards your seat and sit down.

You glance over at him and give him a nod. He nods back, confirming that he got the invitation to come over tonight.

——

You take the new joint from Harry and take a long drag.

“Hey.” He whispers with a smile, “That was mine.”

You shrug and hand it back to him, “Sorry.” You smile and tilt your head as you lean in towards him, “Ill make it up to you?”

He nods and smirks, “Mhm.”

“You want to invite your friend?”

His eyes light up, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Oh yeah.”

He pulls out his phone and types the message before pressing send.

Your eyes glance across the room to Zayn, who also joins you for sex occasionally.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and smirks slightly before looking up at you and Harry.

He gives you guys a nod and you look at Harry with a smirk.

“Y/N. My love.” Brock says standing up.

You hated Brock and you made it obvious too.

You roll your eyes, “What do you want?”

“I want you to chose.. truth.. Or dare?” He holds his arms out.

“Truth.” You mumble.

“What was that? Couldn’t quite hear ya.” He laugh and you look at him, “Truth.” You say louder.

“Hmm. Okay. Is it true that Harry pays you for sex?”

You clench your jaw and go to stand up but Harry flies up out of his seat and punches Brock.

Harry knocking him out with one punch has you needing his cock in you. You stand up and grab Harry’s hand, “We should go.”

You pull Harry along and turn back to laugh with him as soon as you leave the room.

“Oh my fu- Harry!” You cover your mouth and wrap your arm around his waist, “I’m starting to think you actually do like me.”

He chuckles and pulls you close to him, “Course I like you.” He gives your ass a squeeze and kisses your forehead.

You and Harry aren’t technically dating, but at this point, you might as well be.

“Hey. Wait up.” Niall yells just loud enough for you to hear. You stop and turn around and see Niall and Zayn walking towards you.

“Hey.” You smile and break away from Harry to greet the other two.

You wrap your arms around Niall and give him a kiss before moving onto Zayn and doing the same thing.

They each hug and kiss you back and greet Harry.

“Shall we go on then?” Harry suggests.

“Yes, please.” Zayn looks you up and down and wraps his arm around your waist as he leads you to the door. Harry and Niall follow behind.

Once out outside, Harry wraps his arm around you, laying his hand on Zayn’s arm.

Niall walks on the other side of Harry, “So who’s house?”

“We can go to mine.” Zayn offers.

“Yes.” You say looking up at him. He smirks and kisses your cheek, “Alright.”

Harry had to remind himself that he’ll get you back to himself soon. He just got a little jealous is all, even though he reminds you he is willing and wanting to do this, he can’t help it.

“Perfect.” Harry smiles and walks you to his car, “Meet you there.”

Zayn goes towards his car, “Alright, be careful.”

“Yeah, see you there.” Niall says going to his car.

You get in as Harry does too and he looks at you, “When Zayn kissed your cheek, I got a little jealous.”

You look at him and shake your head, “hey, Harry. If you don’t wanna do this, we don’t ha-“

“No, babe, do. Trust me. I do. I just.. am protective over you I guess?” He shaves his head, “I don’t know.”

You lean over and grab his shirt, pulling him to you. You press your lips against his and slowly move them against his. You lean back slightly and look into his eyes, “You’re the one I go home with. Nothing is going to change that.”

He smirks and pecks your lips, “Damn right.”

You smile and lean back into your seat as he leans up to start the car. You buckle up and he rests his hand on your thigh as he starts driving.

You pull up to Zayn’s house and the two are waiting outside on the steps, “About time!” Niall yells with a laugh.

You smile and shake your head. You out the window up and look over at Harry, “You want to do this?”

He nods, “Hell. Yes.”

You smile nod, “Let’s go.”

You get out of the car and fix your dress. Harry walks around and holds his hand out. You grab his hand and shut the door before walking up to the others.

“What took ya so long?” Zayn asks standing up, “We thought you ditched.”

You walk up to them, still holding Harry’s hand, “”Harry and I just had a quick little chat, nothing bad. All is good, now come along.”

You walk in, the boys trailing behind you.

“How do you guys wanna do this?” You smirk and cross your arms.

“I have an idea.” Harry speaks up.

You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows, “Do tell.”

He smirks, “How about we play a little game?”

“Hmm.” You nod and slowly walk up to him, “How’s it played?” He looks down at you and smirks, “You’re blindfolded, maybe even tied to the bed. Then you have to guess who does things to you.”

You bite your lip at you stare up at him. You slowly nod your head and look over at Zayn and Niall.

“And we can do an array of things to you, y/n.” Harry adds, “Like, kissing you. Or touching you. Or eating out that beautiful little pussy.”

Your breathe catches in your throat and you nod again, “Please.”

Harry smirks and nods to the guys, “Good to go.”

They lead you to the bedroom and Zayn closes the door, locking it for safe measure.

“Take off your dress, love.” Niall says unbuttoning his shirt. You slowly take your arms out of the straps and start to push the fabric down your body.

Their eyes are examining the newly shown skin quickly, all quietly groaning things.

You step out of your dress and turn around slowly.

“Damn.” Niall says raising his eyebrows.

“Sexy as ever, yeah?” Zayn bites his lip with a smirk.

Harry is speechless when it comes to you. All he can do is smile, happy to be seeing you naked.

“So, when’s the game start?” You ask as you sit back on the bed. You lean back onto your arms and bring a foot up onto the bed, “Cause I’m ready.”

“Y-yeah.” Harry clears his throat and points, “Zayn do you have a blindfold or anything here?”

Zayn nods, “Yeah I have something.” He goes to his dresser and opens the drawer, “Yeah.” He pulls out a black tie and hands it to Harry.

Harry nods towards you, “Go ahead, mate.”

Zayn nods and walks over to you, “Move up for me.”

You move up and lay in the middle of the bed. Zayn kneels down and looks at you, “Can I put this on you?”

You bit your lip and nod.

“Anytime you want it off just tell us, yeah?”

“Got it.” You smile and close your eyes as he lays the silk fabric over your eyes, tying it behind your head.

Your heart starts to beat a little faster now that one of your senses has been taken away.

“You guess wrong. You get a spank, understand?” Harry’s voice causes you to jump a little bit, “Y-yes.”

“Alright, baby. You ready?” Harry asks, we love the consentful kings.

“Yes.”

You take a deep breathe bite your lip, thinking of ways you can tell who is who.

Zayn is obvious because of his facial hair, but you know him, and he’s smart. He’ll probably only just use his hands.

You swallow as you feel a presence move close to you.

A hand gently lays on your leg, slowly gliding it up your smooth skin. His fingers play with the band of your panties and you try so hard to remember how Harry’s touch feels.

You let out small whimpers, squirming at the touch. You try to get him to touch you more without actually asking him.

You can’t tell and it’s driving you crazy.

Right now, you’d take a spanking over teasing.

“Niall?” You breathe out.

“Good girl.” He says tapping your thigh.

You let out a whimper, sad that you actually guessed right.

You turn your heads towards them and jump slightly as you feel a hand brush your cheek.

You smile instantly, knowing it’s Harry.

You bite your lip, waiting it out to see if your right. His hands glides down your neck and brushes under your chin.

“Harry.” You say with a smirk.

You hear Harry chuckle and he leans down and kisses your shoulder, “Good girl.”

The praise still sends shivers down your spine each time.

You loved it.

Harry walks away and the next one walks up. You have a feeling they sent Niall to try and throw you off, but you’re going to see.

Hands move your legs apart and he presses him thumb to your covered clit. You gasp and tilt your head back, moving your hips for more.

His thumb slowly starts to move in slow, hard circles.

You let out a moan, arching your back at the action, “F-Fuck.”

“N-Niall?”

Zayn chuckles, “Roll over, sweetheart.”

You let out an excited giggle and roll over onto your stomach. You lay your head on the pillow and arch your ass into the air. You bite you lip as you hear shuffling.

You let out a scream as a hand connect with the skin on your ass cheek hard.

“Fuck.” You moan as you move your hips slowly.

It’s silent and you know they’re waiting for you to guys so you call out a name, “Harry!”

You feel one of them get on the bed and lay their hands on your ass, “Yes baby.” Harry digs his finger tips into your skin and squeezes.

You moan at the feeling and push your hips back into him. Harry leans forward and presses his lips to your thigh, “You want me to eat that pussy?”

“Mhm.” You whimper, “yes.”

His hands slide up and hook into the band on your panties. He slowly pulls them down over your ass and licks his lips as you already soaked pussy comes into view.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He whispers as he lets your panties drop to your knees. He slides his hand up and uses his thumbs to pull your pull folds apart.

He leans in and slides his tongue in and out of you. You gasp and push your hips back, moaning as you grip the pillow, “Fuck, yes. Yes.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine as he starts to rub slowly on your clit. You know that Zayn and Niall are watching. Seething with jealousy because Harry is tasting you first.

“Come on, baby. Cum for him.” Zayn says lowly.

Knowing that their eyes are glued on you being eaten out by their best friend turns you in even more.

“So close.” You whine quietly, “Shitshit.”

You reach back and tangle your fingers into Harry’s hair. You thought for sure you were going to get yelled at.

You pull as you clench around his tongue, “Fuck, yesyesyes!”

You let out a loud moan as you cum, panting as Harry continues to rub your clit. Your legs start to jerk and you move your hips away, “Fuck okay.”

He lets out a chuckle and moves off the bed.

Next one comes over and you feel the bed sink down again.

One hand laps on your hip and you feel the head of someone’s cock rub against you.

You bite your lip and push your hips back.

You let out a loud moan as you feel him slip into you, pushing all the way in and resting there, feeling your walls pulsate around his cock.

You desperately try to think of who this is but your mind is so scrambled with pleasure right now you can’t even think of their names.

“F-fuck.” You pant, “Z-Zayn!”

You feel the grip on your hips tightens and you moan and smile because you’re right.

Zayn starts to thrust his cock in and out of you, slowly for a little bit then he’s quick to build up speed.

You let out a loud moan, clenching around his cock, “Fuck, fuck.”

You grip the pillow hard and push your hips back into him, “Fuck.” He moans as you cum around his cock, “Yeah, babe. That’s it.”

You whimper as he slowly thrusts and pulls out.

Your hips fall to the bed and you roll over onto your back.

You feel the next one come up and he lays his fingers under your chin. His thumb brushes against your lips.

You open your mouth and take his thumb between your lips. You start to suck and swirl your tongue and he moves his cock closer to your lips.

You take the head of his cock into your mouth and slowly work to get him wet. You pull your head back and he helps you sit up.

You take his cock back into your mouth and you slowly bob your head, sucking and swirling your tongue as you hold into his thighs.

You lean back taking a deep breathe, “Niall.” You breathe out as you go back to work on his cock.

He lays a hand on the back of your head and you try to relax your throat.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers as he slowly starts to move your head, “Fuck.” He groans as he can feel his cock getting closer to your throat, “Shit, “Take it baby, I know you can.”

You take a deep breathe through your nose and slowly push your head down into him, welcoming him into your throat with a gag.

He moans and jolts his hips forward, “Fucking shit.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and pull your head back. You sit there panting as you wipe your chin with your wrist.

“Always so fucking good at that.” He grabs your chin and shakes it before getting off the bed. Someone gets on the bed at your knees and another on your left side.

A pair of hands grab your hips and another pair grabs your boobs. You let out a long moan as someone’s cock slips into your pussy, “Fuck, Harry.”

You moan as he smacks your ass, “Yes baby, shit.” He groans and thrusts his hips faster.

Ha hand grabs your jaw and turns your head towards them. You immediately open your mouth and as soon as you do you’re met with another cock.

You moan around him as you bob your head. He lays a a hand on the back of your head and grips your hair, causing your blindfold to shift.

You clench around Harry’s cock and he moans, “Fuck, yes baby.” He lays a a hand on your lower back and thrusts his cock into you slow and deep.

You move your head back, “Niall?” You ask with a smirk.

He doesn’t answer you for a few moments and Harry’s thrusts are still slow.

“Hello?” You ask tilting your head.

Niall plucks the blindfold off of your head and grabs your cheeks, “You don’t seed that any more.”

Harry’s thrusts become faster and you moan around Niall’s cock. You relax your throat and take a deep breath before welcoming his cock into your throat with a slight gag.

He moans loudly and pushes your head down before letting go. You move you head back and look up at him with a smile.

He bites his lip and shakes his head, “So pretty.” He brushes hair from your face and watches as Harry fucks you.

You lay your hand on Niall’s chest, “Fuck me too, please.” You whimper, “Please.”

He nods and lays down on the bed. Harry stops and pulls out so you and move to straddle Niall. You move up and lean down to kiss him as you slide down onto his cock.

You whimper into his mouth and bring a hand up to pull on his hair, “Fuck, Ni..”

He wraps and arm around hour waist, digging his finger tips into your skin, “Shit, shit. You’re gunna make me cum- fuck!”

He tilts his head back, biting his lip and closing his eyes and you lean forward and get in position for Harry.

You look over at Zayn and reach out to him, “Give me that cock, daddy.”

He smirks as he walks over to you and gets on his knees on the bed. He reaches out and touches your tits, moaning as you start to stroke his cock.

Niall’s eyes are fixated on you devouring Zayn’s cock above him.

Harry grabs your ass cheeks and giggles them before spreading them. He leans in, spitting onto your asshole before rubbing his finger around it.

You gasp when you feel what’s happening.

He slowly works his finger in and you moan as you feel him slowly push a second one in.

Niall holds your hips still and starts to thrust his hips upward.

You moan around Zayn’s cock and tilt your head back, “Fuck.” You pump Zayn’s sock in your hand and look up at him. You close your eyes and your lips part.

A quiet squeal leaves your lips as you clench around Niall’s cock and Harry’s fingers.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” You arch your back down and push your hips up. You squirt all over Niall’s cock and they all moan.

“Fuck that was hot, baby.” Harry groans as he pulls his fingers out, “Gonna make you do that with my cock.”

Harry slowly pulls his fingers out and moves up. He spits on his cock, lubing it up before rubbing it against your asshole.

You get Niall’s cock back inside of you and you take Zayn’s cock into your mouth again.

Harry slowly pushes his cock in and you instantly moan. You tilt your head back and pump Zayn’s cock, “Fuck, fuck, Harry.”

You wine as Niall pushes his cock deep inside of you and holds it there. Zayn watches as you suck his cock, moaning and swirling your tongue.

Harry pushes his cock the rest of the way in and squeezes your ass cheeks, “Fuck, your ass feels so fuckin’ good..”

You whimper and swirl your tongue around Zayn’s cock, pumping what you don’t fit, “Fuck.” You moan loudly as you tilt you head back.

Harry and Niall work their hips in the same rhythm as one another, “Fuck.” Niall groans from under you. You look down at him and lean down.

He lays a hand on your cheek as you kiss him. Your lips move in sync with his as your hand still pumps Zayn’s cock.

Zayn watches as you make out with Niall before his eyes move to Harry’s cock sliding in and out of your ass, “Fuck.” He reaches down and grips your hair, pulling your head up from Niall’s lips.

You let out a whimper and you tilt your head up to look at him. You bit your lip and moan as Harry starts to start slow but hard.

Harry let’s out a groan as he squeezes your ass cheeks harder, “Fuck, ba-baby.” You look up at Zayn and he squeezes your cheeks.

You part your lips and close your eyes, moaning as he slips his cock into your mouth once again, “What do you say, fellas. We fill her all at once?” Zayn suggests with a smirk.

His cock slips further into your mouth as the grip on your hair tightens. You take a deep breathe through your nose and try to relax as much as you can.

You let out moan that’s muffle by his cock and clench around Niall and Harry’s cocks. You dig your nails into Niall’s chests and he groans.

He tights his grip on your hips and closes his eyes, “Fuck, I need to cum in ya.” Niall pants.

You whine and Zayn pushes your head down, slowly sliding into your throat. You gag and fling your hands do his thighs.

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan as Niall rubs your clit, “Fuck, he curses.”

Zayn lifts your head off of him, giving you a second to breathe.

You can feel your orgasm getting closer.. and closer as he pulls your head back over to him. He moans as you instantly suck his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Zayn groans lowly, “fuck.” He watches as you suck him off in your own beautiful way that suit him best.

Harry moans as you clench around his cock quickly. He digs his fingers into your skin, moaning as he pushes his cock deep inside of you.

He groans as his cock twitches a few time, coating your insides with his cum.

Niall is very quick to follow and he pulls your hips down onto him, pushing his hips up and groaning as his cock twitches inside of your tired cunt.

Zayn places both hands on your head thrusts in and out of your throat a few time. He pulls out and lets you suck him off as he cums, swallowing every drop.

You lick him clean and lay down next to Niall, “Fuck, you guys are insane.” You look around laughs and shake your head, “No, I love having sex with you.”

Harry’s eyes stay on you, jealousy building up inside of him again, “Alright, we’ll, I think it’s time we get going.” Harry stands up and tosses you your dress.

He finds his clothes and you look at Niall and Zayn confused, “I’ll call you guys.” You whisper to them and kiss their cheeks, “Thank you.” You wink at them and slip on your dress. You grab your shoes and you walk over to Harry.

Once he grabs your hand, he wasn’t letting go for anything.

“Baby?” You whisper, “Harry, hey. What’s happening?”

He glances over at you and shakes his head, “I need to fuck this jealously out of my system.” He stops and pulls you close to him.

You look up at him and lay a hand on his cheek, “I am your girl. I go home with you.” You pull him down to kiss him and he smiles against your lips, “I’m still going to fuck the absolute shit out of you when we get home.”

You nod and laugh as you head for the car.

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Do we like Narry? How do we feel about it? I thought this was nasty. I did write this high so if there’s any fuck ups that’s my doing.

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ᒪᑌᑎᑕᕼ~OᑎE ᔕᕼOT

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I was at the country club one afternoon after playing golf for majority of the day. When this girl named Harlow was working the bar that evening, and oh- she was pure seduction. My first that was ‘I could eat that girl for lunch!’ She was dancing so well and the conversation was so swell. That I had to take her back to my hotel room, and told her ‘that the room was under Claire because we were something rare.’ So, she called me when she got there and she tasted like she was the one. Tastes so sweet she dancing on my tongue. After that I couldn’t get enough it became a craving by the touch. From up the stairs, arching on the chair, and the pulling of the hair. I need the recipe so I don’t overheat. Telling her ‘let’s take this to the shower babe and take off your clothes. I’ll put them on the counter after I help you take them off.’

ᕼᗩᖇᒪOᗯ’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I’m saying ‘I’ll take pictures in your mirror if I can use you as a volunteer so we can become something extra rare.’

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

Here I was thinking this was going to be a one night stand but I’m saying ‘I’m interested in being more than friends on this thin hunch.’ So I can bend her on the craving of eating her for lunch. Yeah, she’s the one with the way she’s dancing on my tongue.

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[1d-oned-1d]

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. overstimulation, orgasm denial, bondage, just filthy things...

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.

[1dpreferencesbr]

Imagine com Zayn Malik

Love Like This

n/a: Zayn ganhou a enquete disparadíssimooooooo, e preciso dizer, esse homem envelhece igual vinho, cara! Como pode ficar ainda mais lindo com o passar do tempo? Enfim, espero que gostem! Uma boa leitura!

Diálogos: Espera aí, você está com ciúmes? / Diga que me quer, eu sou seu / É claro que eu estou com ciúmes! / Sim, estou apaixonado(a) por você, mas, e daí? Acontece.

Avisos: Contém linguagem de baixo calão, ingestão de bebida alcóolica e cigarros, +14

Lista de diálogos Masterlist

Contagem de palavras: 1,877

Joguei o celular em cima do sofá assim que a foto de Zayn começou a piscar na tela pela quinta vez seguida. Procurei dentro de um armário na cozinha meu maço de cigarros de emergência. Faziam meses que não colocava um na boca, mas precisava da calmaria que só a nicotina me proporcionaria naquele momento.

Calmamente caminhei até a área externa, sentando no chão com as costas na parede, acendendo o cigarro mentolado entre os lábios. Enchi os pulmões de fumaça, fechando os olhos ao sentir meus músculos relaxarem e os pensamentos se dissiparem. Depositei o cigarro dentro do pequeno cinzeiro de vidro ao meu lado, assoprando a fumaça para longe.

Podia ouvir o celular voltar a tocar na parte de dentro, mas não iria atender, não queria falar com ele.

Era uma hipócrita, e sabia disso. Mas foda-se. 

Fazem meses que Zayn e eu migramos nossa amizade para algo sem uma definição certa. Transando como um casal de coelhos em qualquer oportunidade. E por mais que ele não tenha me prometido exclusividade, nunca acabava sabendo de seus casinhos. 

Estava bêbada e pronta para declarar meus sentimentos na festa de comemoração de seu novo clipe, até o momento em que ele começou a passar no telão e eu ser surpreendida por Zayn beijando uma garota em todos os ângulos possíveis. 

Precisava mesmo de tudo aquilo? 

Assim que a transmissão acabou, juntei os caquinhos que formavam o meu coração e fui embora sem avisá-lo. Desde lá, três dias atrás, Zayn me ligava sem parar.

A raiva voltou a despontar e notei que o cigarro havia queimado inteiro dentro do cinzeiro. 

Acendi mais um, encarando o céu escuro à minha frente, repleto de estrelas. 

— Voltou a fumar agora? — Dei um pulo quando a voz masculina soou ao meu lado. 

— Quer me matar, porra? — Coloquei a mão sobre o peito, sentindo minha pulsação muito além do normal. — Como entrou aqui? — Ignorei sua carranca, dando uma tragada longa. 

— Passei o final de semana todo ligando e você não me atendeu. — Abaixou, sentando ao meu lado. 

— Essa não foi a pergunta. — Voltei a encarar o céu, minha voz saindo um pouco mais grossa pela irritação. 

— Eu tenho a chave, lembra? — Pegou o maço que estava apoiado em minha coxa, tirando um cigarro dali. 

— Hum, tinha esquecido disso. — Admiti. 

— Por que não me atendeu? — Largou o isqueiro entre nós, soltando a fumaça branca. 

— Falta de tempo. — Dei de ombros. 

— Mentira. — Revirei os olhos. — Qual é, não vai mesmo me contar o que aconteceu? 

— Não aconteceu nada. — Afirmei. 

— Te procurei no final da festa e me disseram que foi embora cedo. — Declarou, me fazendo bufar. — O que? 

— Nada, Zayn. Você estava ocupado e eu fui embora. — Justifiquei, afinal no final do vídeo, ele e a modelo foram posar para algumas fotos, esse foi o momento em que escolhi me retirar.

— Ocupado com o que? — Estendeu seu corpo sobre o meu, puxando o cinzeiro para ficar entre nós.

— Se você não sabe, porque eu tenho que dizer? 

— Acordou com o pé esquerdo? — Apaguei meu cigarro. — O que está acontecendo com você? 

— Nada. — Levantei, me sentindo ainda mais irritada. — O que está fazendo aqui mesmo? — Deixei a ironia transparecer em minha voz. 

— Fiquei preocupado com você. — Levantou também. Soltei o ar pelo nariz, passando por ele e voltando para dentro de casa. 

— Como pode ver, estou bem. Sinta-se à vontade para ir. — Apontei para a porta com a mão. Zayn me encarava com incredulidade, eu nunca o havia tratado assim. 

— O que está acontecendo? 

— Meu deus, eu já disse que nada! — Esfreguei as mãos sobre o rosto, sentindo as bochechas quentes sob as palmas frias. 

— E eu não acredito. Você está estranha. — Cruzou os braços, fazendo a camiseta se erguer um pouco nos braços e deixando os bíceps à mostra. Ignorei sua fala, indo até a cozinha. 

Sob seu olhar meticuloso, peguei uma garrafa de vinho e a abri. Encarei as taças no armário com porta de vidro, precisava de mais do que isso para me acalmar. Levei o gargalo até a boca, tomando vários goles de uma vez. 

— Tá louca, porra? — Ele praticamente gritou, puxando a garrafa para baixo. 

— Não sei se você sabe, mas eu sou adulta, faço o que bem entender. — Empurrei sua mão para longe, voltando a beber. Mais uma vez o moreno me impediu. Não havia comido nada o dia inteiro, o cigarro já havia me deixado tonta e agora o vinho me deixava ainda mais. Péssima ideia. 

— Você não é assim, S/A. Me conta o que aconteceu. — Largou a garrafa na mesa ao seu lado. Ele estava perto demais, podia sentir seu perfume de onde estava, o que causou um frio estranho em meu estômago. 

— Acho melhor você ir embora. — Falei baixo. — Eu quero ficar sozinha, então, por favor, vá. 

— Sozinha por que? Conversa comigo, linda. — Deu um passo em minha direção, as mãos geladas tomando meu rosto, me obrigando a olhar diretamente em seus olhos castanhos. — Me diz quem te deixou assim e eu juro que acabo com ele. 

— Duvido que possa dar uma surra em si mesmo. — Ironizei, causando ainda mais confusão em sua expressão. Merda, o vinho foi uma péssima ideia mesmo. 

— O que eu fiz? 

— Nada. — Tentei me afastar, mas Zayn não me largou. 

— Não, agora você vai me dizer. — Seus lábios resvalaram sobre os meus, quase fazendo minhas pernas falharem. Flashes de Zayn e da garota que eu sequer lembrava o nome me atingiram, embrulhando meu estômago e fazendo a raiva voltar com tudo.

— Sua boca ainda deve ter o gosto dela. — Falei o empurrando com mais força dessa vez. 

— O quê? — Perguntou confuso. Aproveitei o momento para pegar a garrafa na mesa, grudando-a na boca e me distanciando em passos largos. — Do que você está falando? — Me alcançou, arrancando a garrafa mais uma vez. 

— Para com isso! — Reclamei. 

— Não, você vai conversar comigo. — Declarou segurando a garrafa verde com força. 

— Olhe no twitter Zayn! Vai saber do que estou falando! — Explodi. Respirei fundo enquanto ele me encarava como se não fizesse ideia do que eu falava, me irritando ainda mais. — Abra qualquer rede social e vai saber. — Falei com ironia, e provavelmente fazendo uma careta. 

— Espera aí, você está com ciúmes? — O sotaque forte ficou ainda mais acentuado quando a surpresa o tomou. 

— É claro que estou com ciúmes! — Praticamente gritei. — Eu estou mais do que isso, estou furiosa! Você vinha para a minha casa e me beijava com a mesma boca que estava beijando ela! Beijava ela sabe-se lá quantas vezes durante o dia e trepava comigo a noite. — Precisei parar de falar para controlar minha respiração, e as lágrimas que insistiram em se juntar nos meus olhos. — Vai embora. 

— Não. 

— Zayn, vai embora. — Virei de costas quando senti a primeira lágrima escorrer, e rapidamente a sequei com o dorso da mão. 

— Vamos conversar. 

— Já conversamos, agora vai. Sai daqui. —  Apoiei as mãos na pia à minha frente. 

— Só você falou, isso não é uma conversa. — Declarou. Podia ouvir seus passos se aproximando. 

— Eu não quero conversar agora, por favor. — Mais uma lágrima escorreu, e eu bufei. 

— Está brava por causa do vídeo então. — Podia senti-lo por perto, mesmo que não tocasse em mim. 

— Zayn… — Seu nome soou como uma súplica em meus lábios, e realmente era. Sabia muito que bem que no nível de embriaguez que estava, iria declarar tudo a ele, e me arrependeria no momento em ser rejeitada. 

— Eu não entendo. — Suspirou, senti uma das mãos grandes em minha cintura, tentando me virar. — Por quê não me disse antes? — Levou os dedos tatuados até meu queixo, tentando erguê-lo, mas eu seguia encarando nossos pés. — Linda, fala comigo. 

— Eu ia contar tudo na festa, sabia? — Minha voz saiu em um sussurro. — Tinha bebido, estava tão feliz por você. Ia contar tudo. 

— Tudo o que? 

— Que me apaixonei por você. — Suspirei. A mão que estava em meu queixo caiu. Finalmente criei coragem de erguer os olhos, vendo a expressão incrédula ali. Dei um sorriso forçado, soltando o ar pelo nariz. — Sim, estou apaixonada por você, e daí? Acontece. — Ergui os ombros, tentando mostrar que não era nada demais. Zayn ainda me encarava, parecia nem mesmo respirar. Ótimo, S/N, estragou tudo de vez. — Você pode ir agora. 

— Espera, o que? — Comprimi os lábios em uma linha, Zayn mirava meu rosto, o peito subindo e descendo com rapidez. 

— Você já sabe o que queria saber, agora me deixe sozinha. — Ele não se mexeu, então, decidi que eu mesma me afastaria. Tentei sair da cozinha, mas a mão fria segurou meu pulso, me fazendo voltar alguns passos. 

— Não vai dizer tudo isso e ir embora, S/N. — Ainda me segurando, deu um passo em minha direção, a outra mão indo até minha cintura. Os olhos castanhos me encaravam por baixo da grossa linha de cílios, me derretendo inteira por dentro. Zayn sempre me teve nas mãos, para fazer o que quisesse. Ele se aproximava aos poucos, pressionando seu corpo contra o meu. O pescoço levemente curvado por ser mais alto. — Isso é verdade? — O tom rouco me atingiu em cheio. 

— Por que eu mentiria? — Sussurrei de volta. Eu queria me soltar, precisava sair dos seus braços. Mas era tão bom. Tudo nele tinha efeito em mim. 

— Diga que me quer, eu sou seu. — Zayn movia os lábios com lentidão, causando arrepios em minha nuca. 

— O que? — Precisava confirmar que não era uma alucinação. 

— Você me ouviu, S/N. Diga que me quer, sou seu. Só seu. — Seus olhos baixaram, encarando minha boca. Nervosa, umedeci os lábios enquanto engolia em seco. 

— Isso não é verdade. — Tentei empurrá-lo, mas Zayn me puxou para ainda mais perto, levando a boca até meu ouvido, causando arrepios antes mesmo de falar. 

— Só não chamei você para o vídeo, porque não conseguiria só beijar você. — Sussurrou. Todo o efeito me abandonou no mesmo segundo, me lembrando da minha irritação. 

— Me solta. — Grunhi. Zayn passou os dois braços em minha cintura, me prendendo para não sair. 

— Você fica linda com ciúmes. — Provocou. 

— Estou falando sério, me solta. — Tentei me mover, mas ele não deixava. Zayn ria da minha tentativa de fugir, dando dois passos me empurrando para trás. Senti minha bunda bater contra a pia, estava encurralada.  — Zayn. — Resmunguei, ainda me remexendo quando seus lábios grudaram nos meus. Um choque me percorreu, e um suspiro escapou. Sua barba fazia uma cócega gostosa contra meu queixo à medida que ele abria a boca para aprofundar o beijo. 

Qualquer vontade de me desvencilhar sumiu, levei minhas mãos até sua nuca, puxando-o ainda mais contra mim. 

O beijo foi quebrado quando o moreno sugou meu lábio inferior. Abrindo os olhos lentamente pelo efeito causado, dei de cara com um sorriso de lado nos lábios vermelhos. 

— Aquilo não foi nada demais. — Começou. 

— Eu vi muito bem a sua língua na garganta dela. — Tentei empurrá-lo mais uma vez, fazendo-o rir. 

— Eu estava solteiro. — Deu de ombros, sem ligar para a minha relutância. 

— Estava? 

— Uhum, agora eu tenho uma namorada bastante ciumenta. — Depositou beijos em meu pescoço, distribuindo arrepios. 

— Tem? 

— Eu já disse. Diga que me quer, eu sou seu. 

— Eu quero você. — Confessei. Zayn afastou a boca da minha pele, erguendo o rosto para me encarar, um sorriso satisfeito nos lábios. 

— E eu sou seu.

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[midnightmemories-1-d]

Its actually so adorable

Can we just talk about how cute his tummy is?

[paulyenvol6]

Against All Odds (Chapter 2)

Contains: No trigger warnings, just some angst and fighting.

Masterlist of this story

Y/n’s POV

The show was just about to start. Harry was as annoying as always, but her fear and anxiety was so overwhelming, that it wasn’t that big of a deal right now. She was so scared to mess up. She was scared of all the people who’d be there, she was scared of doing something wrong onstage.

Harry would make fun of her and say that he had always been right about her. Or maybe he would even be very angry at her. Not that she usually cared but when it came to music she didn’t want to disappoint anyone, no matter if it was the fans, the rest of the band or even Harry.

Her hands were shaking so much that she didn’t know how she’d be able to play her guitar in a few minutes. She sat a bit further away from the others, because she didn’t want them to see how nervous she was. It was her third show with the band. Of course she had been nervous before the 2 other shows, but this time it was another level of anxiety. She hated to admit it, but Harry’s words and him manipulating her really unsettled her and made her insecure. Of course she tried to hide it though.

Harry’s POV

His body was full of adrenaline as he heard the opening act end their last song. It was time to perform now. His band members went on stage one after another, each welcomed with a big applause. Y/n was the last one to go. He could clearly see her shaking, when she got up from the chair.

Now that he looked at her more closely he saw that she looked kinda sick. She was very pale and even her buttom lip was shaking. He felt a little sorry for her, just for a moment. Yes, it had been his intention to make her feel this way, but right now, as she looked really desperate and miserable, he felt a tiny bit bad. But of course he would never say this to her.

So he just turned to her and signaled her to get onstage „C’mon, it’s time.“ Y/n stood up, didn’t look him in his eyes and walked out of the door. Harry waited in the room for a while until he got the signal to go. He was welcomed with an overwhelming applause and the people were jumping up and down. The light was glowing on his skin and all his senses were overstimulated. He smiled at the crowd. He was about to give them a good damn show.

After about one hour Harry was all sweaty but very happy with the crowd and the show. The next song on the list was gonna be Adore You, a classic. He was kinda curious if y/n would be able to play that solo. He’d find it funny if she’d mess it up, and mocking her about if afterwards would be worth it, but she had looked so miserable backstage… He didn’t know how to feel. Harry wasn’t a monster, but she brought up anger in him he didn’t know had existed.

When the solo started he couldn’t help but turn around and watch her. She really was looking good, Harry had to admit that, even though her terrible character destroyed it all. Y/n had very long and beautiful legs which stuck out through the short skirt she was wearing. Her blonde hair looked messy and there was some mascara under her eyes, which made him think, if she had cried.

She did ok with the solo. Harry knew that it wasn’t a very difficult thing to play, but he still had been curious. She struggled a few times due to her shaking hands and Harry had thought that she played the wrong tone at one point, but apart from that she came through it ok. It kinda annoyed him because it’d have been fun to see her struggle a lot more, but it is as it is.

Harry was very happy with the show. He hugged everyone, except y/n. He didn’t even know why he was that mad at her. There wasn’t a reason behind it, but Harry was annoyed, maybe because of her arrogance, or maybe he just wanted to see her struggle. But y/n took it ok and hugged Sarah, so maybe she didn’t even realize it.

The two met again later that night, just the two. Harry had drunk some alcohol, which made him feel relaxed, excited and funny all at the same time. The crew had gone in a private club and partyed there.

At some point Harry had to use the bathroom, and of course there she was, y/n. He rolled his eyes and kinda pushed her as he passed her. „Hey!“, she complained. „Oh, of course it’s you again.“, she said when she recognized him in the darkness. It was very quiet here, you could only hear the basses from the music. „Yes it’s me.“, he chuckled and didn’t seem to keep walking.

„Do you want anything?“, y/n asked with an annoyed tone. „What are you doing here at the toilets?“ He slightly came closer to her. „What does it have to do with you?“. y/n asked and straighted up. She was as tall as him in her heels. She had such long legs and Harry found that incredibly hot. Harry smirked and y/n put her face in her hands. „Can you please stop. I’m so tired of these games of yours.“ Harry’s eyes sparkled. „You’re looking very sexy tonight.“ Y/n looked up to him and couldn’t believe what she just heared. „Where the hell did this came from?" 

He sighed. „I hate you, I hate you so much, and I find you so fucking annoying, but god… you’re a snack.“ Y/n slightly shivered at his words and her heart beat faster. Fuck, yes, she found him sexy. And yes, she hated him but he looked so good in his outfit tonight.

He kept talking. „And I think that you find me sexy too.“, he smirked. „Here we go again…“, y/n said. „I really hate to break it to you, Harry, but not every girl in the world wants to fuck you. In fact, I do not want to. And you’re way too disgusting and asshole – ish for me to find you attractive.“ Instead of looking hurt, Harry’s smile just got brighter. „Ok, say it over and over again, maybe I’ll believe you.“ With this words he went back to the party and left a confused y/n. What the fuck just happened? Did he act like this because he had drunk a bit too much?

The next day was awkward for y/n. Harry was still mean and evil, but he was kinda cheeky. For example, the way he licked his lips when she entered the room to rehearse. Or when he bit his lips at the dinner table when he stared directly in her eyes. It almost seemed as if he hated her and flirted with her at the same time.

Then the band traveled to Belgium. At the day of the arrival another confusing situation happened. And of course it was y/n’s stupidity again. She accidently walked into his room, thinking it was her’s. Harry stood there, just a towel around his waist and unfortunately looked very hot. „Oh god, I’m so sorry.“, y/n shouted and immediately and ran away. She was so embarressed by it. Why didn’t she look what room it was?

Harry on the other side was pretty much amused by it. He knew that y/n liked what she saw. Yes, he had been flirty. He wanted to make her blush and see the confusion in her face. He still was like 24/7 annoyed by her but it was so much fun to him making her uncomfortable when he showed his desire to her. It was his new game with her.

About 2 hourse after her running in on his room they saw each other again at dinner in an italian restaurant. There was a little walk of about 5 minutes and Harry immediately looked for a way to go next to her. „Bet you liked what you saw, didn’t you?“, he whispered. Y/n slightly blushed but thought it was best to just ignore him.

„Don’t even wanna apologize? It was quiet rude of you. Could’ve been standing there with less on.“ „I’m sorry.“, she whispered. Harry smiled and slowly whispered. „I know that you want me. I know you like the way I look at you. I know you hate me but you hate yourself even more for wanting me. Oh, and you hate me for bein‘ right about this.“

Y/n got goosebumps hearing him talk like that. Shit, he couldn’t have been more right. How did he do it? She had tried so hard not thinking about his body, his hair, those eyes and those sexy hands, but she did think about him. And at the same time she’d never let Harry know. From the beginning on she was annoyed by how confident he was and how sure he was everyone around him loved him and know she would never do the same thing. She’d never tell him that she had also started to fall for his attractiveness.

That’s why she turned her head away from his mouth that had been pretty close to her ear. „Never. I could never want you. And the fact that you actually think so tells me so much bad about you.“ With this words she quickend her step.

The dinner went very good. It was a funny time and they all laughed a lot. Y/n didn’t want to think about Harry now so she just tried to ignore the situation. Now, at 1am she was laying in her bed and wasn’t able to fall asleep. She turned from one side to another but she wasn’t tired at all and that’s why y/n decided to walk around a bit.

It was very warm so she stayed in her grey short sweatpants and her oversized white t shirt and just put on some sneekers. She didn’t feel like leaving the luxury hotel and walked down to the hotel lobby, where there were still a lot of people. The friendly receptionist asked if everything was alright and if she needed something, but she declined and told him she just needed to take a few steps. He nodded and wished her a pleasant night, when she decided to go to the rehearsel room. There probably wouldn’t be anyone at this time and she was for herself a few minutes. She could maybe play the guitar a bit and then go back to her room.

[muserryy]

LIFE OF REVA (H.S) || masterlist

summary: Reva, a young woman who recently moved to a foreign country to pursue her higher education, is striving to adapt and navigate her new life. Harry, her flatmate, becomes a significant part of her journey.

status: ongoing (will keep updating it)

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REVA D'SOUZA HARRY STYLES

CHAPTERS :-

chapter 1

chapter 2

A/N : to read more of my work ~ muserryy masterlist

[whitemancumslut]

WHEN BUSINESS IS DUE… (Z.M x H.S)

SUMMARY: In which Harry Styles is a wealthy CEO, Zayn Malik is a wealthy careless businessman, and Y/n is their princess.

CONTENT WARNING: MINORS DNI, drugs, sex, and… money.

an almost entirely smut series.

—ONE SHOTS—

GOOD, PRINCESS

Summary: Harry and Zayn take princess out to dinner. (4.0k)

Don’t Forget About Me

SUMMARY: In which Y/n feels her Daddy and Sir are working too much and will end up forgetting about her.

Patience Is.. and Always Will Be Key

SUMMARY: In which Y/n is needy and impatient.

SIR SCARES, DADDY COMFORTS

SUMMARY: Innocent Y/n accidentally causes a ruckus when trying to help her Sir Zayn. When things go wrong, Sir is outraged and takes his anger out on a Little Y/n.

SELF PLEASURE

SUMMARY: Daddy and Sir are working too much! No one to fulfill sweet Y/n’s needs but herself.

[ao3feed-larry]

Home calls the heart

by Itsmotivatingcara

A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas. After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake. Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn't be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad.

He figured the worst he'd have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known.

or

A romcom au.

Words: 20629, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Texas, Summer, Autumn, romcom-vibe, Cowboys, harry is a cowbow, louis is a witch, coven - Freeform, Witches, spells, Potions, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, One shot in two parts, Love Story, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, pov-louis, Smut, Happy Ending, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, smut tags will be updated in part 2, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Comedy

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/HWMUwXc

[cinemastyles-blog]

Kinda anxious about sending this but how would you feel about writing a one shot where Harry talks to y/n about having a three some.. but it’s with another guy and that guy could be zayn?

Love me some Zarry! This is a good request!

I have a few requests on Wattpad to do in front of this one, but it will definitely be done! Thank you for the request!

[ao3feed-ziall]

Orange Peels

Orange Peels https://ift.tt/wDyYvRu by LimeJuice14 They knew each other better than they knew themselves. He could tell who was who just by the touch of his fingertips on theirs; by the heat of their breaths on his exposed skin. The five of them, untouchable. Words: 1205, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of a small fruit basket Fandoms: One Direction (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne Relationships: Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Harry Styles, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik, Niall Horan/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Harry Styles, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles Additional Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Metaphors, X Factor Era (One Direction), OT5-centric (One Direction), OT5, Niall Horan-centric, zianourry - Freeform, also takes place in 2014, No Smut, One Shot, Overuse of the word ‘and’, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, i used the comma a lot, Not Canon Compliant, Boys In Love, Not Beta Read via AO3 works tagged 'Niall Horan/Zayn Malik' https://ift.tt/YfjiqbG September 06, 2023 at 10:44AM