zayn and his mirror

Liam takes a drag from the cigarette, exhales, then leans forward and stubs it out on the top of the bin.

To the left of him, Zayn mirrors his actions and Liam watches as he does, memorises him as always. every curve in his skin and on his body,  even though it’ll be only for a matter of days and he’s had weeks of just Zayn, except that can never be enough. 

He’s restless is Liam.  Restless with the adrenaline and the thought of what’s to come for him.

For them.

It makes it hard to sleep because there’s this thrill inside of him, this feeling that what felt out of reach for so long is there, right there, just beyond the tips of his fingers just now but almost ready for him to grab.

He’s excited as well as restless, ready to put what’s been behind him as best as he can, and focus on what’s in front.   So much for both of them, just like always.

Liam just wishes it could be without this next part.  The goodbye, or the “See you in a bit, babe.”

Liam wants the moon on a stick, he also wants Zayn right next to him always cos he calms Liam like no one else can and he doesn’t care if that’s selfish. 

He vaguely hears the sound of a car door shut, and then there’s fingertips that find his wrist, and he glances down and finds a smile as Zayn curls his tongue out of his mouth in concentration as the bracelet clicks together then murmurs, “There.”

He smiles up at Liam then, doesn’t take his fingers away, instead he caresses at the skin just next to where the bracelet sits now.

“And you said the bracelet wouldn’t match the chain,” teases Liam. .

Zayn shakes his head, “Even Pat Butcher’s earrings don’t go with the fucking chain babe, but okay,  you tell yourself that.”

Their feet scuff against each others and they share soft smiles, and small laughs like they’re back at Boot Camp, not twentysomethings. 

A throat clears behind them, and Liam nods at Paddy and he looks beyond them to where the VIP entrance is, the one that they’ll walk through albeit separately, and go get on the planes. Separately.

Liam looks down at the bracelet, it’s been months since he wore it and his world’s changed, plans out the window for a bit, maybe, but never not in his horizons, but the reason for it, why he has it, why they have it in the first place hasn’t. 

He reaches out his own fingertips, finds the ring on Zayn’s finger, smiles as he touches it, memories flooding back and slowly pulls it off, then he walks round to the back of Zayn, undoes the clasp of the chain that Zayn wears and quickly slips the ring onto it, secures the clasp once more, and murmurs “You’re good love.”

And Zayn turns round to face him, he’s moving the chain so it’s underneath the t-shirt he’s wearing and he’s smiling, though there’s this look on his face that’s always there when they do this.

“Nah, I’m not,  but 36 hours, and one extra flight and I will be.”

Liam nods and mutters a quiet, “Same.”

There’s a hand on his shoulder then, that moves up and cups his cheek.

“Finally, your time babe.”

Liam lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in, part one of his version of events, in his own way, in his own style and yes, he wants success, he’s missed stage so much it’s ridiculous, but for this to be in his name, his opportunity to say what he wants and for no one to take that from his this time.

That’s everything. 

He wants to skip everything till the good bit, he’s wanted that for years, but never more so in the last months, never more so since he wanted it for Zayn,always wants it for Zayn but he wouldn’t swap it, not these months because he’s never felt love and safety more than he has from Zayn, never wanted to tell the world quite as much as he does now. 

And he gets to show that, finally, and so he leans his head forward, till it rests against Zayn’s, lets his lips lightly graze against Zayn’s, savours the way they feel against his before he slowly, reluctantly pulls his lips from Zayn’s and says. 

“And you’ll be with me every step of the way.”

“You’re such a sap.” 

Instead of a reply, Liam shrugs, nods cause he is, he absolutely is, and then he pulls away completely,  takes in every part of Zayn as Zayn does the same with him, and then he turns, hears the inevitable “See you in a bit babe.”

And he drops his fingertips to the bracelet, nods and walks away speeding up as he nears the terminal because the sooner he does, the sooner he sees him again right?  

The sooner its his time, their time. And he can’t wait. 

anonymous asked:

I just took "exercise" to mean 'have sex' because of the smirk that followed and now I need a million fics exploring how Z just climbs Liam and demands sex whenever he's in a bad mood. "Make me feel better Leeyum!" And all that

Lmao tho not so much the demanding bit!!

Under the cut I’m the worst - like literally the worst and shit.  

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Zayn as kittens

Bald zayn: little grey kitten w white markings, white paws. Huge orbs, surprised lookin eyes. Shy and playful. Affectionate! Climbs ur lap and kneads your leg. Likes to hide in your big coats. You find him asleep in your sock drawer often and are startled every time.

Fluffy black haired zayn: Small flwoof 😔. Sleeps with his face hidden. Fascinated and confused by the mirror. Swats at air. A sweet boy. Headbutts you & basks in any kind of affection. Fusses about mysterious needs n worries the moment youre in bed. Tries to hides his favorite toy in his food bowl.

Ama undercut: He holds his own feet. Mischievous and gets into everything. Likes his food and loves your food. He’s a winner but rugs confuse him. He has a lair of shiny hidden objects somewhere behind ur couch. You let him have his nap on your keyboard because hessa winner❤

Green haired zayn: Big green eyes sleek black coat. Possessive. Curls his tail around your wrist. Solemnly spills anything on the counter, its jus his way of life. Leaps after screwed up balls of paper, has the time of his life chasing it. Always lurking in your peripheral vision. Too busy with kitten things for you/ needs to know if you love him every few minutes. Has a great ongoing love affair with the one storage box with the wheels.

Liam’s Shade

I said I would do posts for all the boys, but Liam’s the hardest because he’s done so much.

It started before Zayn even “quit” the band.  I think everyone remembers Liam covering up Zayn’s face during this picture when Zayn had already left tour and the outrage it caused.  Zayn has had to be absent before and this is never the sort of reaction Liam had at those times.  I think they knew what was coming at that point and that was our warning sign.

Then the Twitlonger that spawned a thousand tags.  This is the only comprehensive message we got about Zayn leaving the band from the boys’ side for a long time.  However, if you look at the yellow underlines, there are a lot of phrases that indicate a temporary state, especially “for the time being”.

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A Mere Matter of Hatred

Pairing: Liam Payne & Zayn Malik (Ziam)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Explicit Content

Word Count: 3500

Summary: When Liam and Zayn decided to rent an apartment together they didn’t realize that getting along would the hardest part. Despite Liam’s friends blaming their hatred on their undeniable sexual tension Liam thinks otherwise. However, one night when the pair is hanging on their last thread, things take a wild turn of events.

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College Life || Zayn and Liam Closed RP

@kayleighnbug

Zayn fixed his hair in the mirror before grabbing his keys, coat and phone and heading out of his dorm. He was going to walk to class but he had a bit more time before it started so he could go hang out in his favorite coffee shop on campus. It was his favorite because he always sees the guy that he has the biggest crush on. He met him once, Liam Payne is his name, and Zayn thanked the gods above that he was able to hold a conversation with him. Zayn’s went up the the counter and ordered his drink all while eyes Liam who stood behind the counter. He hoped he would notice him but he hoped that he wouldn’t either.

Never be alone - Part 4

First 3 parts are here, here and here or you can read it all on AO3 in one place. +

Chapter summary: Liam and Zayn are the pawns in Tanner’s game and there’s no way out, is there?

There’s nothing too graphic, it’s more what your brain would tell you, but obviously be mindful of this as you read on.

As before, alternate points of view and flashbacks in italics.  Back with another chapter soon.

(this chapter is just a few words less than 4k so some is under the cut)

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When Liam was a kid, games were fun, games were usually things like hopscotch if they wanted to be old school or sitting there till his eyes threatened to turn square from playing too many arcade games on the television.

Games can be okay still when you’re older.  Just not right now, anytime but now.

All Liam’s wanted since he got into this position, this mess, is to see Zayn again, see his face and yet now he’d give anything not to.

That’s a lie of course because he always wants to see Zayn, but he sees too much right now, the way sweat trickles down from his temple and because Zayn’s frozen in place mainly thanks to Liam yelping at him to stay where he was, he doesn’t wipe away the moisture and so it almost looks as though he’s crying.

To others, that’s probably the only outward sign that Zayn’s under stress right now, only Liam knows and can see one small vein in his forehead twitch, one tiny movement on his face and the way his eyes blink a bit faster because it’s the only thing Zayn feels safe enough to move.

“Quite the little statue aren’t we Malik?” Tanner’s voice is relaxed, playful even, the only one of out the three of them enjoying this though Liam hears Winston laughing as Tanner speaks.

Zayn says nothing, just blinks again, it’s admirable how Zayn’s breathing has slowed right down, how he doesn’t seem anxious and instead it’s Liam whose pulse quickens, and yet he’s not the one at risk of being blown up, he’s not the one at risk of dying.

Not strictly true of course, absolutely far from being strictly true actually but still if anyone’s in danger, mortal danger it’s Zayn.

As Tanner suddenly turns round to look away from the screen and looks directly at Liam, glances down at the desk and pulls open one of the drawers and picks something up from the drawer and then starts to laugh as he approaches Liam and Liam can see what he’s holding now.

Liam wonders if Tanner has some mind reading technology somehow because maybe his assessment of Zayn being most at risk was a bit premature.

“Let’s see how much of a statue you stay when I start to playing with this knife and set about redesigning your boyfriend’s face shall we?”

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Zianourry Smut

THIS ISNT MY IMAGINE. I THOUGHT IT WAS AMAZING AND WANTED YOU TO READ IT! I CANT REMEMBER WHO ITS BY IF YOU KNOW, PLEASE TELL ME. THANKS

Warnings: Smut. Bdsm. Toys. Smut. Dirty smut. Underage sex.
Niall frowned moodily as he plopped down at the kitchen table. Zayn smiled softly and ruffled Niall’s hair gently. “Hey buddy, sleep well?” Niall scowled and slapped Zayn’s hand away, not responding to his question. “Where’s breakfast?”
Harry frowned and exchanged worried looks with the other parents, but he just put it off to the fact that Niall was growing up. Harry placed Niall’s breakfast on the table and he grinned happily at the younger boy, “I made pancakes for you Ni, it was your favorite food when you were a kid.”
Niall looked up and he pushed the food away. “I don’t like pancakes, make me something else.” Harry sighed and grabbed the plate, swallowing the slight hurt he felt. “Ok…what do you want?” Niall turned around to shoot a glare at Harry. “I don’t know, but make me something edible for a change.”
Louis walked over to Harry and pecked him gently. “Don’t talk to your father like that.” Niall crossed his arms stubbornly, “Maybe I will when my parents stop being fags.” Zayn’s eyes narrowed dangerously, moving over to comfort Harry who was near tears. “We didn’t raise you to be this way Niall.”
“What’s going on?” The four males looked up to see Liam surveying the kitchen with a worried gaze. Louis gestured to Niall and wrapped his arms around Harry, “Niall called us fags, insulted Harry’s cooking, and basically was rude.”
Liam stared at Niall with a stern face, “Is this true Niall?” Niall looked away with an uncaring face, “So what if it was true, of all foster parents in the world, I ended up with the gay ones.” Liam’s composure faltered a bit and he said in a shaky voice, “Go to our room, we’ll deal with you there.”
Niall rolled his eyes and followed Liam’s commands, though trying hard to not seem like he cared along the way. The four men watched as Niall disappeared from their view and Liam turned to the others.
“We need to punish him.” The other three nodded in agreement and Zayn spoke up. “He needs a bigger punishment than being grounded or taking away his videogames…if we do that, he’ll just get angry and his attitude will stay the same.”
Louis looked up and smiled mischievously, “Remember how we used to punish each other…it was pretty effective and not to mention hot.” Harry glanced at Louis hesitantly, “We’re supposed to be his parents though and he’s only thirteen.”
Zayn shrugged and glanced at Louis, mirroring his look of mischief, “Oh come on Harry, we need to punish him in some way and this punishment would be really fun.” Liam glanced at the others for a moment before nodding slowly, “Well then, why not?”
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Niall looked up when his parents walked in and he opened his mouth to say something. Zayn held out a hand and he shook his head, “Save it Niall…you know you’ve been a really bad boy and we have to punish you right?”
Niall bit his lip nervously and he looked away. “Well, you guys are so disgusting and-” Niall broke off when he felt Louis lunge towards him, pinning him against the bed. Louis growled softly and glared at the smaller boy, “Don’t talk to us this way…take off your clothes.”
Niall’s eyes widened in surprise, “N-no…you can’t order me to strip.” Louis frowned, “No talking unless we give you permission, guys help me.” The other three adults eagerly walked forward. Harry and Zayn pinned Niall onto the bed while Liam and Louis worked on taking the clothes off of a struggling Niall.
A faint blush bloomed on Niall’s face when he was finally naked and he struggled wildly. “W-what are you going to do?” Zayn growled angrily and he flipped Niall around roughly, gesturing for Liam to take out the supplies as he used to be one of the doms in the relationship.
Liam smirked and he tossed the handcuffs to Harry, rummaging around the cabinets for other fun stuff. Harry grinned and he sauntered over to Niall, grabbing his limbs and cuffing him to the bed. The four stared down at the small boy and lust filled their eyes when they saw him eagle spread on the bed, his innocent and confused face staring up at them.
Niall pulled slightly against the cuffs and he glanced at his parents who were slipping out of their clothes. “What’s g-going on?” “Didn’t we tell you not to talk?” Liam growled softly at the boy and raised his hand to smack his bottom, electing a small squeal to escape out of Niall’s mouth.
Niall snapped his mouth shut and he gasped softly when he felt someone fondle his dick. Zayn smirked and he stroked it softly, feeling the small length harden in his hands. “Do you like that baby?”
Niall shook his head, but a small groan left his mouth when Harry joined in. Harry chuckled softly when Niall bucked forward, attempting to rub against their hands. “Who knew you were such a little slut, but this is a punishment, not a reward.”
Harry slipped a cock ring on Niall and Niall gasped at the way it pinched his length. Niall squirmed around and another groan escaped his mouth when he felt Harry rub against his bum. He knew this was wrong and he felt so dirty, but he couldn’t help but feel aroused by the whole thing.
Harry grinned and pressed a finger at Niall’s hole, “Do you want me Nialler?” A small whine left Niall and he nodded desperately, his pride forgotten. Harry laughed softly and he shook his head, moving back.
Niall pouted impatiently and he tried to touch himself, though he couldn’t do so because of the handcuffs. Liam moved forward, becoming bored quickly and he took out a plastic toy, slathering it with lube.
Liam poked the dildo against Niall’s entrance and he roughly slammed it in, chuckling when Niall let out a small scream. Niall let out small pants and he whimpered softly when Liam didn’t move it, “D-dad please…”
Louis growled and he moved in front of Niall, “Didn’t we say no talking, how about we do something to occupy that mouth of yours.” Niall nodded eagerly and he immediately wrapped his mouth around the tip, sucking lightly.
Louis let out a groan and he just hardened more when he saw Niall’s angelic face look up at him for approval. Niall slowly moved up the cock and he flicked his tongue back and forth naturally. Louis gripped Niall’s hair and he moved deeper into Niall’s mouth, “Jeez…who knew you were so dirty Niall.”
Niall just smirked at the older man and he swirled his tongue all the way from the base of the cock to the front, placing small kitten licks that left Louis a squirming mess. Zayn frowned when he saw what was happening and he removed Louis from Niall’s mouth, ignoring his protests.
Zayn turned to Louis, “This is a punishment for Niall not a punishment for you.” Zayn shoved Louis away, ignoring his exclamation of what was he going to do now with his hard on. Zayn just shrugged and responded with use your hands.
Zayn glanced at Liam, “Use the remote.” Niall stared at the interaction with confusion, but a shout of surprise escaped him when he felt the piece of plastic in him start vibrating. A whine escaped him and he rubbed against the bed, desperate for some friction.
Zayn grinned and rubbed his length against Niall’s face, “Do you want this Ni?” Niall nodded desperately and he opened his mouth to take it in, but he stared at Zayn with confusion when he placed his hand in front of his mouth.
Zayn looked at the squirming boy and he smirked, “I want to hear you beg for it Nialler.” Niall immediately complied with his orders and he stared at the man with wide eyes, “P-please dad…p-please let me taste you.”
Zayn’s lust increased when begs erupted from Niall’s mouth, the small boy lying there completely submissive. He nodded approvingly and he prodded Niall’s mouth, smiling when Niall happily opened his mouth and started licking him.
Zayn scowled when Niall started moving his mouth slowly and look up at him with a teasingly innocent face. Zayn pulled out, “I don’t like it when you tease me Ni…that means you get another punishment.”
Harry moved forward as this was always his job and he pulled out a paddle, moving in between Niall’s legs. Niall looked at him nervously and a small moan escaped him when he lifted the paddled and smacked his bum.
Harry grinned and continued at a steady pace, laughing when the paddle hit the vibrator further into his hole. Niall almost blacked out from the pleasure he was feeling and he gripped the bed sheets tightly, heaving into the air.
Niall whined softly when he couldn’t cum and he poked his bum into the air slightly, enjoying the torturous sensation. Harry stopped abruptly and he stared at Niall’s reddened bum with lust, rubbing his cheeks softly with a large hand.
Zayn nodded and the other four men turned to him as he clambered between Niall’s legs. The four had created the rule long ago. When one member needed to be punished, near the end the other three would fuck the member in order of dominance.
Zayn removed the vibrator, turning it off and placing it on the dresser table. He positioned himself against Niall’s entrance and he slammed himself in, moaning at the feeling of the tight heat.
Niall let out a small cry of pleasure and pain. Zayn was much bigger than the vibrator, but soon the feeling of pain was soon overcome by the feeling of pleasure. Liam stared at the scene aroused and he moved next to Zayn.
Liam pushed in right when Zayn pushed out and Zayn groaned softly when the tight entrance became even tighter than it originally was. The two moved in sync and when one moved in, the other moved out.
Niall started trembling from the amount of pleasure he was getting and he moaned softly when he felt the two adults release into him. The two slid out and Louis moved forward eagerly, moving a hand forward to cup Niall’s rock hard cock gently.
Louis moved to release Niall from the cuffs and Niall pouted when he didn’t remove the restraint on his length. Louis gripped Niall’s sides roughly and he carried the boy up until the tip of his cock was poking Niall’s entrance.
Niall separated his legs and he slowly slid down on the cock, his arse still hurting. Louis gripped Niall’s hips tighter and he pulled the boy down in one forceful pull. “Didn’t Zayn tell you already that we don’t like it when you tease?”
Niall nodded and he bounced up and down on Louis quickly, grinning when Louis possessively wrapped his arms around his waist. Harry stared at the scene in arousal and he moved forward, kneeling down in front of Niall and easily taking his small cock into his mouth.
Niall stopped momentarily when Harry skillfully sucked his length and he bucked forward into Harry’s mouth eagerly. Louis scowled and he growled into Niall’s ear, “Move or you’ll get another punishment.”
Niall complied willingly and he continued, moving around in attempts of finding his prostate. A shiver of pleasure ran threw him when he found the bundle of nerves and he continued bouncing that way, the feeling of Louis’ dick in him and Harry’s mouth around him becoming too much.
He felt Louis release to him and he felt Harry’s mouth leave his dick. Louis lifted him up and he placed the boy on the bed, letting Harry climb on top of the younger boy. Harry rubbed their hard cocks together and he stuck his tongue into his mouth, exploring it.
Niall bucked his hips upward and he let out a small whimper, “D-dad…p-please let me c-cum.” Harry just hummed and he moved a hand up to tweak Niall’s nipple, moving to the next one when it became hard.
Niall vaguely recalled Harry cum onto his stomach. He saw the four men crowd around him and Niall squirmed around desperately, almost near tears as the pleasure was just too much.
Liam stared at the boy sympathetically and he glanced at Zayn, moving his hand towards Niall’s length when the elder nodded. He took off the restraint slowly and he chuckled softly when Niall immediately released his load and sigh tiredly.
Liam smiled slightly and he cleaned Niall up with his clothes, throwing the stained articles into a corner when he was done. Liam clambered onto the bed and pecked Niall’s forehead gently, wrapping his protective arms around the smaller boy.
Niall laid his head on top of Liam’s chest, worn out from what happened and he moved closer to the older man. The other three men smiled softly and Harry moved on the other side of Niall, resting his head on Niall’s small shoulder.
Louis moved beside Liam and Zayn moved beside Harry. Niall smiled contently, but he winced slightly every time he moved. “Dads?” “Yes Nialler?” Niall bit his lip shyly and he buried his face into Liam’s chest, “I’m sorry about the way I acted earlier…I guess I was just scared of being gay.”
The other four men just exchanged fond looks and they awed slightly at how adorable Niall looked at the moment.

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61 pls :)

“I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

Zayn blinks at his own reflection in the mirror. It sounds crazy. He sounds like a lunatic and that’s just to himself, alone, in his bathroom. He even looks crazed: he’s got bags under his eyes and his hair’s a mess and he sounds a lot desperate just saying the words out loud. 

“Please don’t get married,” Zayn repeats, more forcibly this time. He wants to sound firm, but not like he’s begging. Not like he’ll break into a thousand little pieces if Harry goes through with this. Not like he already has, every day, for the past four months. 

I’ve met someone, Zayn.

Zayn curses and smacks his palm against the mirror. Four months ago, it was Harry had met someone new. Two months ago, it was Harry was moving in with her. Five and a half weeks ago, it was a sent-to-all-contacts photo, a modest silver ring with a small emerald set into it, set upon the third finger of a dainty hand.

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Harry Styles One Shot - Little Virgin Mary

(photo not mine)

Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Smut

Requested? - Yes! :D If you aren’t too busy could you write one about Harry and how it’s your first time (but not his) but he understands and makes you feel safe? Idk if that makes any sense… Hah! And if it can be intense and hot and kind of long haha sorry I just love your writing!! - Anonymous

Pairing(s) - Harry Styles/Reader

Word Count - 2,220

Summary - Basically, you lose your butterfly to Harry and he makes sure that you’re comfortable with it.

Author’s Additional Comments - You said you wanted it long and if this isn’t long enough or you don’t like it, I’m sorry. It was pretty hard for me to write it, tbh. Idk why. Anyway, enjoy! :D

You were spending some time on tour with your boyfriend, Harry, for a couple of weeks. Currently, he was on stage doing what he does best and you couldn’t be any more proud of him. In only 4 and a half years, One Direction have been unstoppable. They made their way to the top of the world in only 1 year and stayed there.

You and Harry have been in a relationship for a year and 10 months now and you were as happy as a bird who just learned to fly. Okay, bad analogy, but you were super happy and your feelings only got stronger each and every day. There was only one problem though. The other boys have been all the way with their girlfriends and you and Harry have never done anything past a little touching here and there. Harry’s never complained about it, that you know of, and you felt like you should put out a little more for him.

But the thing was that every time you thought of it, you’d feel aroused, but a little scared. You weren’t scared of giving all of yourself to him, but you were scared of the pain. Some of your friends said it hurt like hell when he first puts it in, but others said that it was nothing more than the pain you get from stubbing your pinky toe. You were just so torn.

“Man that was epic!” You heard Niall shout before he opened the door, coming in with a water bottle in his hand. Yeah, the saying is true. You always hear Niall before you actually see him.

“I know! That crowd was amazing! You gotta love Japan!” Liam agreed, flopping down on the couch.

Louis came in and sat directly on Liam’s stomach which caused Liam to lose his breath for a second, then he was fine. Zayn came in and went to the mirror, running a hand through his hair and then taking a seat in a chair next to the mirror. Last but not least, Harry came in and went straight to you, who was sitting on the comfy recliner. You got up and gave him a big hug.

“You were amazing out there.” You complimented.

He thanked you and leaned down to peck your lips, but then he deepened the kiss. He ended up sliding his tongue into your mouth and started playing with yours, making you blush since it was in front of the boys. You’ve made out in front of them before, but not often. You kissed him back to keep up with his actions and his hands slid down your back to your bum, cupping it and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Careful, Harold. You might be making her uncomfortable.” Louis joked, making Liam chuckle a bit.

“Shut up.” Harry said, sitting down in the recliner you were in and pulled you onto his lap.

Yeah, the boys knew about you and Harry’s nonexistent sex life. They often teased you about it, but you didn’t care. You hoped Harry didn’t either.

“I’m not asking this to be a dick, I genuinely wanna know how you can be in a relationship that long and not even feel like going to the next level.” Zayn spoke up, looking up from his phone. He wasn’t joking, but Louis thought it was funny and laughed a little.

Harry only sighed and pulled out his phone. Okay, that made you feel like shit. Harry’s tried going to the next level with you 3 months ago and you declined it. You felt bad then and you feel even worse now. You knew it was your body and your decision if you wanted to or not, but you really wanna give yourself to Harry. You were just too scared. You looked down at your hands and started picking at the chipping nail polish on your fingernails.

“Awww, c'mon Y/N. Its not a bad thing being a little virgin Mary.” Niall chuckled in attempts to make you feel better.

You looked up and gave him a quick fake smile before going back to your nails. Shortly after that, Liam and Louis engaged in their own conversation while Zayn and Niall got lost in their phones. You felt Harry tighten his arms around your torso.

“Don’t listen to them, honey. I don’t mind waiting for you.” He said in your ear.

You nodded and decided not to show how upset you were by it. Instead, you were gonna let Harry make love to you this time. In his hotel room.

(*)

As soon as Harry shut the door behind you two, you turned around and immediately connected your lips with his. Needless to say, he was surprised, but he didn’t question it. He kissed back twice as hard, backing you up into a wall. His hand slid from your waist up to your boob and he gave it a squeeze before going back down to cup your heat. You let out a gasp of surprise and moved your hand to his crotch, beginning to softly palm him. He let out a small moan into your mouth and pulled away, leaning his forehead on yours. Lust was prominent in his eyes.

“Babygirl, we gotta stop before we go too far.” He suggested.

You shook your head no. “I wanna go far.” You whispered. “I wanna go all the way with you.”

His eyebrows raised and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “This has nothing to do with what the guys said, right?” He asked.

“Nope.” You grinned.

He bit his lip and grabbed the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed, gently laying you down on it. He leaned down and kissed you passionately, his tongue gliding its way into your mouth and massaging yours. He lowered his hips and connected his clothed crotch with yours, grinding slowly. You let out a small moan into his mouth and moved your hips to the rhythm of his. He disconnected from you for a moment, unbuttoning your jeans and slowly pulling them down your legs, kissing your thighs as he did.

Once they were off, he was back at your lips and this time, he moved his hand to your heat, rubbing your clit there and you broke the kiss to let your moans escape, but his lips never left your body. They kissed down your jawline and to your neck, going to your sweet spot and nibbling on it. You whimpered slightly and tugged on his baby curls on the back of his neck. He groaned a little and sat up, sitting you up a little bit and peeled off your shirt. He reached behind you and unsnapped your bra, butterflies filling your stomach when the bra fell. He’s never once seen your boobs, nothing past your bra, so of course he was staring at them. But under his gaze, you began to feel uncomfortable and you tried covering them with your arms, but he stopped you.

“No…you’re so beautiful, love.” He said softly, reaching up to knead them in his large hands.

“They’re not big enough…” You said insecurely, not making eye contact with him.

“They’re perfect.” He assured you, leaning down to close his mouth around one and gently sucking on it.

The unfamiliar pleasuring sensation caused your breathing to pick up and he smirked up at you, kissing down lower. He kissed across your lower stomach, going from one hip to the other before moving down to your panties. He licked your heat over the thin cloth, making you gasp a little.

“Well these’ll have to come off, won’t they?” He said cheekily and hooked his index fingers in the elastic, pulling them down your legs. When he came back up, he gently spread your legs apart and they started shaking. He noticed and spoke up. “Are you okay, my love?” He asked with concern. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to do this.”

“No, no. I want to. I’m just a little nervous.” You said, attempting to chuckle but failing.

He began to softly caress your thighs in reassurance. “Its okay, love. I’ll be gentle and we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

You nodded and he looked back down at your heat, reaching his hand up to press his thumb gently on your clit while sucking on your inner thigh, no doubt leaving a hickey. Your heart slightly picked up its pace and he started rubbing it around in figure-eights, eliciting a moan from you. Soon, he replaced it with his warm tongue and began swirling it around your clit, causing you to buck your hips up at the new feeling, wanting more of it.

He smirked and pressed his tongue flat against your clit, moving it up and down quickly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you arched your back. Your hands found their way to the mess of curls on his head, gripping them and tugging on them as you bucked up to his mouth. He hummed on you, sending pleasuring vibrations up your body and forcing a louder moan out of you. Soon, you felt your orgasm growing in the pit of your stomach and began to chase it.

“H-Harry..Harry…” You repeated over and over, keeping your eyes closed and concentrated on bucking your hips to his mouth. Your orgasm crashed down on you and you moaned loudly, pulling on Harry’s hair. When you were done, you let go of his hair and he started rubbing his head in pain. “Di-Did I pull too hard?” You asked timidly.

“A little bit.” He chuckled. “Its fine love. Doesn’t hurt too bad.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“Shh. Its fine.” He assured you. He got up from the bed and took his clothes off, going into the drawer of the night stand for a condom. When he found one, he ripped it open with his teeth and got back on the bed, rolling it on himself. “Are you sure you wanna do this? I don’t wanna hurt you.” He asked you.

“I’m sure.” You confirmed, keeping your legs open.

He got in between them and lined himself up at your entrance. He took both your hands and entangled them, leaning down to press his body against yours.

“Here I go..” He whispered and you felt his length pushing at your entrance. He planted a kiss on your lips and pushed harder, only his tip entering you. You scrunched your face up in pain at the new feeling. He pulled away from the kiss. “I’ll stay right here a while, yeah? Tell me when I can go further.” He said.

You only nodded in response and you two stayed like that for a while. “You can move now.” You whispered shakily and he nodded before pushing himself in further, almost halfway in. You bit your lip and let out a muffled noise of pain and he stopped. A moment later, you nodded for him and he slowly pushed the rest of himself in. “Oh my God.” You whispered, digging your nails into his back.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Not at the moment.” You giggled.

“We can stop now, if you want. Baby you don’t have to do this.” He said, his eyes filling with worry.

“I told you, I want this. I promise.”

“Alright.” He nodded. “Tell me when I can move.”

A minute later, you told him he could move and he pulled out, then pushed back in once. “Is that alright? Are you good?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your back and holding you close.

“I-I’m fine.” You said, even thought it hurt. “Keep going.”

He nodded and he started kissing on your neck while he was thrusting to distract you from the pain down there. It worked a little, but you still felt the pain. Until you felt that little spark of pleasure. He thrusted again and this time, you let out moan.

“You like that, love?” He spoke against your neck.

“Yeah..” You breathed out, making little moans and whimpers. “Can you go faster?”

He nodded and picked up his pace slightly, moaning himself. He squeezed you tighter, burying his face into your neck as you held onto him and moaned in his ear. You felt him hit a sweet spot and you groaned, biting down on his shoulder.

“Right there?” He asked.

“Mhm.”

He thrusted harder and hit that spot again, causing you to moan louder. He began to thrust at a fast pace, making sure to hit that spot over and over. Your orgasm began to creep up on you faster than you know it and you began to leave light scratches on his back.

“O-Oh my God…oh my God…” You whimpered as you got closer and closer.

“Are you close baby?” He asked you.

“Yeah…so close…so close…” You trailed off, focusing on your upcoming orgasm. You began mindlessly thrusting your hips to meet his thrusts and his moans got louder.

“I’m gonna cum baby…you make me feel so good…so good…” He moaned.

“Harry!!” You groaned as your second climax washed over you, biting into his neck.

After a few more thrusts, he groaned and released his cum into the condom, falling limp onto you right after. You two stayed like that, him on top while you’re tangled in each other’s arms  as you began stroking his sweaty hair.

“That was amazing.” He breathed out, drawing invisible circles onto your boob.

“Well now I get to lose that stupid nickname.” You giggled.

“What nickname?”

“Little Virgin Mary.”

I was tagged by @somewhereisaplacethatziamknow for the 5 minute challenge, not going to lie this took my longer than 5 minutes. I was on a roll, I couldn’t contain or stop myself.


“How’d you do it Lou?”

Louis paused at the call of his name. He made sure the candle he was toying with was balanced properly before bridging the gap between Zayn and himself. “Do what?”

“Really?” Zayn huffed out, twisting his hands on the tablecloth he was supposed to be setting along with the other utensils for the dinner.

“You know the story,” Louis reminded him and gently released Zayn’s hands from the cloth. “Stop fretting.”

“Stop fretting!” He repeated with a roll of his eyes, letting out a hot breath. “Today is probably the most important day of my life and everything is in shambles.”

Louis raised an eyebrow before looking over the room once, then again. “Zayn, everything looks fine. The flowers and candles are in place, Haz is working away in the kitchen, and Ni is ready to go as soon as you say so.”

“He’s gonna like it, yeah?” He asked, chewing on his bottom lip that it started to look raw and red. He looked around the room, making sure everything was exactly in place. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. Actually Zayn knew exactly why he was so nervous. “Just go over everything with me once more.”

“Zayn,” Louis groaned but nodded. “Li’s set to arrive at seven, I’ll greet him and seat him, Harry’ll have the food out soon after while Niall plays softly behind you.”

“I can’t do this,” Zayn said after a long pause. “This is so stupid and not romantic at all. Let’s-let’s just cancel.”

Louis huffed out a breath that pushed his fringe away from his face. He was trying so hard not to wring his best friends neck, had to remind himself that he too was in this exact position over a year ago. “This is romantic, Zayn. Better than mine was. Ask Harry, he’ll agree with me. Niall too, I promise.”

Zayn nodded and ran his hand through his hair, pulling a little on the long strands. Everything was so overwhelming, when he came up with this over the top idea it all made perfect sense. Now that everything he planned was actually happening and he was looking at his idea come to fruition, it freaked him out. Before he had any more time to fret even more Louis pushed him towards the bathroom to shower and change before Liam was set to arrive. After his shower Zayn stood in front of the mirror, a towel around his waist, as he went over his speech one final time. He could do this, he totally could do this. Or maybe he couldn’t. No, no Zayn could definitely do this. Liam was going to be amazed and love everything he was planning for the night. He changed and began lighting the candles Louis had put out earlier. Niall was sitting on a chair in the corner tuning his guitar as Louis fixed his own bow tie, scowling in the mirror as he did so. Harry could be heard in the kitchen humming to himself as pot and pans were being moved around.

Zayn checked the clock above the fireplace, Liam was due home any minute now. When the front door open and Liam called him name he sucked in a deep breath, butterflies beginning to fly recklessly in his belly, his pulse quickening rapidly. He sat at the table he set earlier and waited as Louis escorted Liam to his seat. The look on Liam’s face was priceless, he looked utterly lost and confused. Of course he was, Louis was playing host to a dinner party in their own home. Right on cue Niall began playing his acoustic guitar, some slow piece that Zayn couldn’t recognize. When Liam sat he just raised an eyebrow at Zayn and smirked at him.

“What’s going on babe?” He asked and accepted the napkin Louis offered him. “How’d you get Tommo into a suit and act like he had manners?”

“Oi!” Louis exclaimed from where he stood adjacent to the table. Zayn cut his eyes at him and Louis immediately grimaced. “Sorry.”

“For your first course,” Harry’s voice cut him as he emerged from the kitchen. “A house salad with balsamic vinegar dressing. Fresh produce from my mum’s garden.”

“Thanks,” Liam replied skeptically. “Come on Zayn, what is going on?”

“Just eat,” he urged him, waving his fork at their plates. “Harry’s prepared a three course meal for us, dessert too.”

“Okay,” Liam let out slowly, picking up his utensil and clanging his fork loudly on the plate.

The dinner was going smoothly, at least Zayn thought it was. They filled the silence between meals with conversations about work and home and their families. It was strange having both Louis and Niall within earshot of their conversations. Harry would walk in and out every few minutes bringing out the next course or just wondering how the food was. Shockingly the food was amazing, the second course of salmon and asparagus blew both men away. Who knew that Harry Styles was an excellent cook besides being a world class singer and style icon? Zayn tired to focus on the dinner and not what he had planned for after dessert, worrying himself would just make him chicken out and ruin this whole evening entirely. Harry took their dessert plates away and Zayn audible swallowed. Here went nothing.

“Thanks for tonight,” Liam told him and grabbed Zayn’s hand. “I don’t know why you did it but thank you.”

“I love you,” Zayn sighed and gripped Liam’s hand tighter. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I love you too.”

Zayn turned his head and nodded over to Niall who began playing a familiar song on his guitar, that was also Louis’s cue to rush into the kitchen and grab Harry so he was present for this moment. “Liam, I met you on one of the most important days of my life, and it wasn’t important because of the audition, it was important because of you. Since that moment in McDonald’s my life has never been the same. There’s only four other people in this entire world that knows everything I’ve been through but there’s only one of those four I feel in love with.”

“Zayn-”

“Our story hasn’t been perfect, we’ve had our fair share of obstacles but I wouldn’t change it,” he continued. He let out a sigh and dug into his pants pockets, feeling the box that had sat there all night. He pulled it out and placed it on the tale, right in front of Liam. “I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s that simple. There’s no other person on this planet, and I’ve seen a lot of people on this planet, that I’d rather be with. So, Liam James Payne, will you marry me.”

Liam slowly opened the box and smiled as he finally recognized the song Niall was playing, it was their song, 18. He stared at the simple but elegant gold band that sat in front of him, overcome with so much emotion. He looked up at Zayn who had his doe eyed look, his smile large as he bit down on his bottom lip in obvious worry. “Zayn.”

“Please,” Zayn begged. His throat felt dry, maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe asking Liam was something neither of them were ready for. Maybe they were too young after all.

“Y-yes,” he finally answered, his voice stuck in his throat. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Zayn leaped out of his seat, hearing it fall into the floor as he moved over to Liam and kneeled in front of him. He removed the ring from the box and placed it on his finger, as tears began to fall from his eyes. He finally looked up at Liam and saw that he was crying as well. Zayn laughed through his tears and pulled Liam down by the back of his neck to kiss him. It was a simple press of lips together but it still made Zayn heart beat faster and skip a beat, it still took his breath away. “I love you, Jaan.”

Liam pressed his forehead against Zayn and let out a content sigh. “I love you. Do you know the other lads are still here?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “As you can see they helped me with my master plan.”

“Congrats boys,” Harry spoke first, moving over to his friends and patting Zayn on the back. “So much more romantic than Lou’s proposal.”

“I’m right here,” Louis huffed indignantly, wrapping his arm around Harry’s waist. “But he’s correct.”

“I get to be best man, right?” Niall asked, guitar left lying on the chair. “Throw the stag parties?”

“If we don’t move maybe they’ll leave,” Liam whispered against Zayn’s lips before he kissed him again.

“Amazing idea,” Zayn agreed. “We’re engaged.”

“We’re engaged,” Liam repeated, his smile beaming evident by the crinkles by his eyes.


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overwhelmedbyfeels  asked:

11. “It’s sticky.” Ziam, please! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sorry for the delay, Carlos. Got crazy busy and a bit under the weather. Hope this doesn’t earn me a block from you lol. I put more under the cut.

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“Zee! Come here, please. I need help,” Zayn heard Liam’s plea from the living room where has lounging on their ratty old couch trying to find something to watch on TV.

“Uh-oh. What did you do, Li?” Zayn mumbled to himself as he dropped the remote and got up, quickly making his way through their bedroom and into their bathroom. 

“Um what’s going on?” he asked as he took in the scene before him. Liam stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, a wooden applicator stick in his hand, body wax all over the counter and floor. “You’re waxing now?” Zayn asked as he quickly grabbed paper towels from under the sink and began wiping up the mess.

“Sorry, babe. Just wanted to try it on m’self,” Liam answered with a sheepish look on his face. “But - it’s sticky. And messy. It kinda spilled everywhere before I even put it on me chest.”

“Supposed to be sticky, babe. It’s wax.” Zayn made quick work of the mess and disposed of the paper towels in the wastebasket. “Why’d you wanna wax your chest all of a sudden?” He took the stick from Liam’s hand and placed it back in the warming unit. He looked up smiling at his boyfriend who was now wearing a pout on his lovely mouth. 

“I dunno. I kinda wanted to see what I’d look like all smooth. Like you,” he said with one of his patented giggle-shrugs that made Zayn want to smother him in kisses. “Don’t you think it’d look better?” he asked uncertainly.

Zayn sighed and closed the distance between them and placed both hands on his chest. He ran his hands slowly up and down, dragging his fingers through the soft hair that covered his skin all the way down his impressive abs to his happy trail where they disappeared under the waistband of his briefs. He shook his head, smiling up at Liam.

“No way, babe. Love your chest hair. S’fucking sexy,” Zayn said with a smirk.

“You’re just saying that,” Liam said eyes downcast. “Besides, you wax.” He touched Zayn’s shirtless torso with his fingertips and a look of adoration on his face.

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anonymous asked:

“Fuck I feel like I got hit by a car… Wait I did? And it was your car?”

“Fuck I feel like I got hit by a car… Wait I did? And it was your car?”

Zayn blinks at the stranger sitting by the side of the bed. The stranger looks concerned, but not too concerned, so Zayn can only assume he is, all in all, alright. 

Despite the whole getting hit by a car thing, which definitely hadn’t been in his plan for the day.

Zayn wriggles his fingers slowly and looks down the length of his arms and over his chest. Everything looks normal, save for the thing that’s stuck into his arm with something sharp. He’s not going to dwell on that bit or he might pass out again.

He definitely had passed out. That much he’s sure of. The last thing he remembers is trying to leg it across Long Acre and the feel of tarmac against his cheek—until here. Stiff bed with starchy sheets; bleak white walls; and the attractive stranger at his side.

“Huh.”

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A Cold Welcome - Zayn AU - Part 1

If someone told Zayn five months ago that he would be sleeping on the streets and begging for money, he would’ve told them to go see a doctor. Zayn had everything he ever wanted: got in the college he wanted, friends, a good job, great parents, but all of that changed when he entered into an underground fight club.

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remember when:

  • harry was the “cat” lover
  • zayn was obssesed with mirrors and his hair
  • louis was known as the one in red pants and stripes
  • liam had a phobia of spoons
  • and niall was the one who just wanted to eat

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Does It Ever Drive You Crazy?

hello everyone yes it is me after like 80 years i am back and have written something even if it’s a little something. i promise i’ll be putting out something bigger and AU-ier sooner i promise promise promise. thank you for being so patient with me all this time i love you guys

this is based off of karakura’s art that was like what if the boys had all met after their failed dates in the night changes video. go check her shit out she’s amazing

Pairing: ziall

Word Count: 2,291 words

It wasn’t the first time that Niall had had to run to a  24-hour convenience store at a little after midnight out of pure necessity and he was certain that it wouldn’t be the last. Unfortunately (or fortunately, because he probably would never have to live through this again,) he wasn’t sure he had ever or would ever have to do so under worse circumstances than this particular night.

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