Whether you have been a member of the One Direction fandom since their debut on Xfactor or not, its hard not too have notices the boys, how do I word this, very generously sized genitalia. Lets look at this analytically shall we…
“The man or boy absorbed in constructive and interesting work and thoughts has no time to bother with smutty stories”–from the American Social Health Association, 1922 (via University of Minnesota Media Archive)
A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.
Louis has had a strict Christian upbringing that he never realized he resented until he meets Harry Styles, a boy who lives to rebel and doesn’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. But the better he gets to know Harry, the more he begins to realize that maybe Harry does care. And maybe “the children who God forgot” are closer to God than the devout will ever be.
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
“Suddenly, the door opened wide by itself, my heart thumping when I felt something push me back. I fell to the ground and gasped, feeling a little pain in my chest by the pressure and my bum hurt. I looked up scared and gulped when I noticed a different person standing above me, the person having the same green eyes as mom but with curly hair instead. “The Hell, Who the fuck are you and why are you trying to come in my room?!”“
"I don’t have a good past. With boys. I’ve dated some crap guys who’ve done terrible things to me and I've…I’ve done some crazy shit with some guys, and Niall and Liam have always pulled me through, they’ve always had my best interests in mind. And they…they don’t think that you’re good for me.” Louis finished, sighing and looking down at the tiles. “And the least I can do is listen to them, because I really do adore you, but if I get with you and I fuck things up, like I tend to do, then I’ll lose their trust and yours, and I don’t want that. I can’t–I can’t deal with that. It’d kill me.” [AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louis’ friends want him to stay away from]
Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones . Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush.
It’s prom night and Harry’s all alone – still nerdy, still has those magnifying glasses of spectacles, and still a loser. But that night was nothing of the ordinary as two drunken blue eyes watched him with lust and he didn’t even know it. (Or the time when a nerdy Harry fucks the brains out of a drunk Louis)
No one really notices Marcel Styles. In fact, Marcel’s so invisible that if his teachers don’t call on him in lessons - and they rarely do - Marcel can go whole days without speaking to anyone other than his mum, his sister, Gemma, his cat, Dusty and the school librarian, Alma. And if he just so happens to have a tiny, miniscule crush on the footie captain, Louis Tomlinson, well, that’s no one’s business but his own. Until Louis notices him back…
Just like a little cat,’ Louis thought later, as he drifted off to sleep. ‘A little kitten with his claws sunk right into me.’ It isn’t that terrible of a thought, after all. …………. Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together. Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.
AU. Louis’ a tattooed punk with a heart of ice who needs too little and Harry’s just a kid with eyes too wide and too bright who needs too much and maybe all they really need is each other. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s all about the blowjobs.
The heavy, gut-wrenching grunt echoes in your ear as the man
on top of you (James, Jack, something starting with a J) rocks his hips slowly,
his less-than-average cock slipping almost too easily inside you on every
You picked him up in a bar a while ago after listening to
him drone on and on about how he was a successful businessman who ran his own
international business company. Foolishly thinking with money and power must
come good sex, you took him up on his offer and followed him back to his motel
room. Sadly, you realize that what came with the expensive suit and shiny
Italian shoes came nothing but an over-the-top ego and very little in way of
Harry: Sneaking up behind him, you’ll wrap your arms around his waist, catching his attention. Once he knows you’re there, your hands will move down from his torso to his sweats. You’ll start massaging his member through his sweatpants, feeling him quickly harden under your touch. Having him turned on fast is to your advantage though for as soon as he’s hard, he’ll be turned around pushing you to the bedroom to give you what you had set out to find.
Liam: You always have a way of teasing him. But the best way is just before bed when you go to change into your pajamas, which is most cases don’t even make it on. You’ll slowly strip out of your jeans, catching his attention from the bed. Of course you pretend not to notice as you stand in just your shirt and underwear. His eyes watch your every move as you go to take off your shirt, revealing your bra and bare torso. You always do it slowly to tease. It’s simple, but almost every time, it seems to do the trick.
Niall: The two of you can be sitting on the couch or lying in bed when out of nowhere, you straddle him. You’re guaranteed to get him going when you begin grinding slowly and subtly on his leg, just enough for him to notice. You’ll be looking in his eyes, smirking as you move, his hands flying to grip your waist. By now you can feel his hard-on between your legs, grinding on the material of his jeans which won’t be on much longer.
Zayn: You love having him do the work. So on nights when you are particularly horny, you’ll turn him on by making him do the work. Sitting next to him on the couch, the movie will be playing but you’ll be too distracted. So without looking down, you’ll take his hand, pull on the waist band of your bottoms, and slide his hand down, making his feel the wet material of your underwear. Looking over his eyes will widen at first, but then you’ll feel his fingers slip underneath the cotton, eventually bringing you to an amazing orgasm right there with his fingers.
Louis: The two of you will be standing in your kitchen, cooking dinner. This is when you’ll use your words to get him turned on. “I wonder what it would be like to do it in the kitchen?” you’ll start. “Like imagine… throwing me onto the counter and ripping my clothes off. God I would love that. You could just fuck me silly up there. And the acoustics in this room would make my screams louder. Mm, god I want to do that. Wouldn’t that be fun?” You’ll turn towards him and he’ll be right there, ready to act out your fantasies.
His fingers traced the delicate lace of her lingerie as she slept, he came home two and a half hours late, she waited up, in her lingerie, because she was aching for him.
She only waited for an hour until she gave up, completely and utterly pissed off at his lateness.
He lay behind her, merely spooning her, as his fingers rubbed mindless shapes onto the meshed lace on her side, the corset making her take short breaths. His hand traveled to her toned torso and undid the little ribbon making the corset tighten on her.
It loosened against her skin, her shoulders slacking. He pulled it from her skin, her nipples perked at the cool air, goosebumps rose on the skin.
He folded the lingerie and put it on his nightstand. He sat up, and pulled his shirt off of his body and shimmied out of his skinny jeans. The clothes lay messily on the carpeted bedroom floor.
His lips pressed to the back of her neck as his arm draped over her bare side, as he pulled her closer.
“I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t realise how late it was, and when I noticed I rushed home. Please forgive me baby.” He frowned into her neck, as she stirred.
“What do you want, Nash. I’m mad at you.” She hissed and moved his arm off of her side.
“And why am I topless?” She snarled, getting up to get a sports bra and a tee shirt.
Nash’s dick twitched at the sight of the lace disappearing in between her tan ass cheeks, plump tan skin engulfed the baby pink lace, making his cock stir in his boxers once more.
“You looked uncomfortable with that corset, babe. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He frowned.
“Well, I already was uncomfortable for three hours, when you were late, but you didn’t care then, did you?” She spat. She frowned and shook her head at his wide eyes.
As her tee shirt was half way on he spoke up, “Please, wear my shirt baby.” He frowned. She shrugged and nodded and discarded her tee shirt for his.
He scooted to the end of the bed and pulled her in between his legs by the back of her thighs. Her hands when to his chest to keep some distance in between them.
“I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to stay out this late, after the convention, Dad brought everyone to some small bar and had a few drinks. I didn’t know it was so late, but as soon as I saw what time it was, I rushed home baby. Please forgive me, I’m so sorry, baby,”
“Whatever Nash, this day was so important to me, and you completely forgot.” She frowned. He shook his head.
“Today; today is the anniversary of the first time we had sex. I even got you a gift baby.” He scrambled away from her and went to my dresser, and opened the third drawer.
He pulled out a black gift looking bag, that had red lacy ribbon tying the handles together, in a bow.
“What is it?” She asked him. He smirked at remembrance of the awkward experience it took him to get this.
“Open in, baby,” she slowly untied the precious lace, and set it aside. His smirk only grew, as did his cock.
“What is this?” She asked has she took the Hitachi Wand out of the bag.
“It’s a vibrator,” He smiled. Her eyes widened as she set it down. “There’s more, baby.” She dumped rest of the contents from the bag on the bed as she scattered through it.
“Handcuffs? Really, Nash? Who’s going to be the sub with these?” She laughed as he giggled. His cock stirred in his boxers once again as she picked up the flavoured condoms and icy to hot lube.
A light bulb lit up in her head as she came up with a brilliant idea.
“Take your boxers off, Grier.” She commanded as his eyes widened and did as she said. She spun the handcuffs around on her finger, like a tether ball on the tether pole.
His boxers sat on the carpet by the dirty clothes basket, as his aching, big length sat proud against his abdomen.
“Where are the other pair of handcuffs?” She smirked. It was his turn for his eyes to widen as he answer. “Top drawer.” He answered dryly.
She retrieved the handcuffs and walked back over to him.
She set the handcuffs by his feet momentarily, as she took off her shirt. The sports bra she had put on minutes before was off, and on the floor, next to the tee shirt. Her panties where the only bit of clothing left on her.
She straddled his waist, her large breasts in his face as she handcuffed his arms to the cold, metal headboard.
He groaned as he was fully restrained, except for his legs, of course.
Her nipples rubbed against his cheeks, as he groaned once again. She shook her chest, but at a very slow pace, motor–boating him.
She moved back, out of his reach, as he struggled against his restraints.
“Let me go, y/n,” he whined out. She giggled and shook her head no. Her dainty fingers brushed across his penis, causing him gasp and buck his hips.
“Don’t make me tie your legs down as well.” She laughed, as he rolled his eyes.
“What did I say about being facetious?” He hissed. She rolled her eyes at him as he chuckled.
She grabbed the vibrator, and turned it on. It first touched her nipples, slowly, on the lowest power setting, circling quite fast, yet strangely slow.
“Fuck,” she whimpered out. His eyebrows furrowed, as precum trickled down his head, mocking his current state; teasing him to a further extent.
She stood up fully on the mattress, Nash’s eyes followed her figure up and down. She turned around, her big, juicy ass facing him, as she bent down, and pulled her panties down.
“Fuck, quit teasing me, or I’ll cum just by looking at you.” His tone was malicious, with a hint of condescending humour.
She was now completely bare, as she sat on her heels, in a kneeling position.
Keeping it on low, she put the vibrator in between her tan thighs, letting out a delighted shriek at the sensation.
She ground into the vibrating wand, rubbing herself against it, as her fingers played with her nipples.
“I knew you’d like that. I just imagined you rubbing yourself against it as you are now, and it was a done deal. But some of that lube on it baby.” He rasped out. She followed instructions and put a little lube on her fingers and rubbed it on the head of the wand, and some on her clit.
She lowered herself on it, hissing at the icy heat on her skin, combined with the vibrations.
“Mmm, baby, I love seeing you so vulnerable. Think about my tongue; my fingers. I know you wish that was my tongue, baby.” He smirked. Even being constrained, he can still make her wetter, than any one else could.
“I’m about to cu–um.” She croaked out as he shook his head.
“Not yet baby.” Nash tsk’d. She nodded, for once actually listening to Nash’s input.
She kept the vibrator on, but moved it from her soaking center, to Nash’s swollen head. He let out a long, hard, and loud moan as the vibrations shot through.
“Fu–uckk, baby I ca–n’t. I’ll cum. P–please.” He cried out as he felt his orgasm rocket through his body, until it was gone. She had removed the vibrator in the second.
Her tongue replaced the wand as he sighed in relief. She took him all the way into his mouth, his pubic bone brushed her lips.
“Oh my god, don’t stop— seriously I mean it.” He groaned at as he attempted to break away from the restraints to grab a fistful of her long, wavy hair.
She pulled his penis out of her mouth leaving Nash confused.
She gently pushes he head back on the pillow. Her thighs on each side of his face, she lowers her soaked pussy on his face, his lips and tongue immediately devouring her, in the most delicious way.
His tongue flicks speedily against her clitoris, as she holds her folds open, for him. His lips move in a foreign way, like he is French kissing her sex.
His tongue slips into her opening, as it darts in and out, and wiggling around.
Suddenly, his tongue just goes back into his mouth and he doesn’t do anything.
“Um, what the hell?” She asked. He just shrugged his shoulders and smirked.
“You didn’t let me finish, what makes you think I’m going to let you?”
“Nash,” she called him. He looked over and hummed in response. She unlocked the handcuffs as his wrists sprung free. “Fuck me,” she smirked. He nodded and smiled.
“My pleasure.” She giggles as he puts on the condom and without warning, plunges into her. They’re in missionary position, as he draws back, tip just barely in her entrance, but slams back into her. He starts thrusting vastly, as he left one hearty smack on her ass.
“Fuck, Nash. Harder.” She whines. He pulled out of her momentarily, before positioning her into so called “doggy style”. He slipped back into her tight, wet warmth.
His hands found her hips, as he plowed into her, fast. With each roll of his hips, his tip rubbed against her sensitive spot, that only he, knows where to find it. She moved back against him as he thrusts, making him go exceptionally deep, stretching her walls to a max.
“I’m coming!” He shouts, as his load shoots into the condom.
“Aw fuck. I’m coming,” she whined. Be thrusts several more times to bring her to the brink.
“I’m going to go take a shower.” She says with a yawn. She stands up as her juices leak from in between her thighs.
His cock is harder than before, and ready for round two.
can you imagine having a bubblebath at the end of your day and calum coming home from the studio and immediately climbs in with you and you end up sitting between his legs with your back against his chest as his arms wound themselves around your waist and all is chill as you just talk about your days until you feel his hands start to inch up your stomach and cup your boobs and his lips start trailing from your shoulder to your neck as you lean your head back to give him more access and the next thing you know his hands are back under the water and running up and down your thighs each time getting closer to where you’re craving him most as he mumbles “can I, baby?” into your neck