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Imagine Austin fangirling over Alan

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Don't Go

please do one with oli sykes: he’s in your class but he doesn’t have many friends, he gets bullied a lot, is always getting into trouble & people talk about him your friends really don’t like him and make fun of him (the friends can be female band members) but somehow u find out that he selfharms & u do 2 so you talk to him and become close with him & he falls in love with you and he can’t take that u hurt yourself and confesses his love 4 u and please make it really cute and romantic & sweet:3

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There’s this one kid in my class. He always sits in the back by himself. When the teacher gets busy, my friends like to throw things at him. My boyfriend and my band especially. To be honest, I feel really bad for him. He doesn’t do anything wrong, but as soon as the teacher picks up on things being thrown behind her back, everyone blames him. I don’t even know his name. Its Oliver or something… I think. I really don’t understand why everyone hates him so much. He’s pretty cute, I have to admit. He’s quiet.. real quiet. I think he feels that he has to be quiet or he’ll get hated on more. He always wears dark colored skinny jeans, Vans, a flannel shirt with a leather jacket over it. Don’t forget his beany that shoved his long hair over his eyes. Its an odd combination, if you asked me. I can tell he’s hiding something… The look in his eyes, the way he walks.. Not to mention he never, ever takes that leather jacket off. Everyone calls him emo, a fag, and a couple kids tell him to kill himself.. Daily. My heart goes out to him, the more that I think about it. I hear that from my parents, a lot. I really want to get to know him better, but I don’t want to lose all of my friends in the process. You see, we all hide something, and if he’s hiding what I think he is… I want to help him. I know I should “fix myself” first, but I just.. I want to help everyone that I know is going through the same thing as me. I don’t know. There’s just something about him. I can tell he needs someone. Maybe one day I’ll let go of my friends, and tell them to stop. Until then.. I don’t want to inter-intervene. I don’t want to be hated like that, I don’t think I could take it. God, I’m so selfish. I should really go talk to him. Maybe tomorrow. 

*two months go by*

I finally got the courage to talk to him after school today. I was right, his names Oliver. He said I could call him Oli if I liked. He’s such a sweetheart! I could sense that he was nervous about talking to me. I hope my boyfriend doesn’t freak. I’m not cheating on him, I just want to reach out to Oli and be there for him. He hinted that he wasn’t happy with going home. There must be something going on… I feel really bad for him. I can’t wait to talk to him again tomorrow! *next day*

I just told my boyfriend to leave Oli alone… He’s so pissed at me! I know I did the right thing… But everyone is getting mad at me every time I say something. So mad that they didn’t save a seat for me at lunch. This is ridiculous! Are we back in middle school again?! Ugh! I ended up sitting with Oli. The looks I got from everyone hurt. Oli wasn’t much for conversation, so I talked a lot. Eventually I ran out of things to talk about, and I started rambling. Then I realized he was getting intrigued in what I was saying. Shit! I was talking about my family’s verbal abuse!! I never talk about this! What was I doing!? My voice faded, and Oli started talking. He told me everything. He started tearing up, in the middle of the cafeteria. I hugged him, and he started sobbing on me. Everyone was staring at us. My boyfriend got up and marched over, raging. I could see the hatred in his eyes. He ripped Oli off of me. I started yelling at him. I don’t remember exactly what I said. I know I cursed, a lot. I also broke up with him. I don’t want to be known as that sick bastards girl toy anymore! 

After school I walked to the library with Oli, he apologized for earlier. I told him that I’d be there for him through him for everything, and he looked at me and said “Well, I’m pretty sure that would be completely impossible.” and looked down. I asked “Why?” we walked for a couple minutes, and he stopped. He had his fingertips on the bottom of the sleeve of his leather jacket. My heart was racing. Right there, on the side of the road, he pulled his jacket off. His arms, shoulders, and even part of his sides were covered in white welts, deep scabs, and words. I didn’t take the time to read them. I broke down. I knew something was up with him… But I… I didn’t expect it to be that bad, He held me at arms distance, and looked me in the eye, and asked “Are you still willing?” I nodded, and fell into his arms. He let me cry on him, and after a bit, I got myself together. Never again would I ever let someone make fun of him… Or anyone else for that matter.

*three months later*

My parents are becoming too much to take.. I really can’t handle them anymore. All of this abuse. I feel so worthless. There’s really no point for me to stay around anymore, they’ve always treated me like this. I’m never good enough. I’m not smart enough, I’m not skinny enough, I’m not strong enough. I break so easily. Everything hurts. I can tell I’m going to have to layer on the makeup for a few weeks to cover my banged up face after tonight. I ended up relapsing. I had been clean for six months, around the time I started talking to Oli. It was.. bad. My thighs were absolutely shredded. I cried myself to sleep, wishing I would never wake up.

*then next afternoon, also the last day of school*

I walked home with Oli today. I wanted to spend time with him, just a switch up from our usual daily trips to the library. I went into my room to get changed, but didn’t think to tell him what I was doing. I figured he’d just wait on the couch, so I didn’t lock my door. I was in my bra and undies, and had just pulled my favorite band shirt over my head when I heard the door knob turn. I screeched. The door flew open -  he thought I was hurt, so he was trying to see what was going on. Instead, he saw my thighs, which had fresh cuts on them from my relapse the night before. He broke down into tears. I felt awful.  “Y/n… Why? Just… Why? I didn’t know that you… You’re like me. I didn’t know you’re a.. cutter. I would have never guessed that someone so beautiful as you would cut herself. You’re so caring, and loving. You’re gorgeous. How could you possibly feel low enough to hurt yourself like this? Its… Devastating. I hate it. I don’t want you to feel the way I do. Darling, I love you. I know this as a fact. Not just ‘I have feelings for you because you care about me’ I love you. I know I love you. Its a fact. A true, honest fact. Just as true as the fact that the walls of your rooms are light blue and the sheets on your bed are chocolate brown. You’ve saved me from myself, and honestly, I’ve wanted to tell you that I love you…. for a very long time. I feel like this is bad timing…” I fell into his arms, nearly knocking him over. “But… I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?” –JM

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Tell Me Why We Shouldn't (Oliver Sykes Smut)

Can you write one about austin carlile or oli sykes? Where y/n is dating harry styles and somehow they meet and austin or oli is like “oh my god you’re Harry’s gf” and they start to talk and she tells him that harry is mean to her sometimes and fluff and tears. Maybe they end up together x

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I HAVE BEEN SUPER BUSY LATELY AND I COULDN’T REALLY GRASP THE CONCEPT OF THIS… SORRY I MADE HARRY LOOK LIKE SUCH A JERK BUT IDK….. ILY THANKS FOR READING BBYS

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Tell Me Why We Shouldn’t (Oli Sykes Imagine)

I waited at the coffee shop for my boyfriend Harry Styles to meet me. We had been dating for a couple months, and believe me, it wasn’t easy. The fans, the hate, we couldn’t even go outside to go for a walk. We finally found a quiet coffee shop on the outskirts of town to have lunch at, and I was excited to have some one on one time with Harry.

My phone beeped and my excitement quickly dissipated.

“We can’t hang, fans and traffic are in the way.” That’s it? No, ‘sorry let’s reschedule,’ or 'come home and we can hang out here?’ I hated to admit it, but Harry didn’t always treat me right. He treated me like I was nothing to him. I tried not to let it get to me, I knew he had a lot going on in his life, new albums, tour and his friends. I just wish he’d spend more time with me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as my table was bumped by a man with slightly long wavy hair. My eyebrows furrowed and I glared at him. I instantly stopped when I saw who it was. It was Oliver Sykes of Bring Me the Horizon! I stared at him, my mouth slightly open. I shut it quickly as he looked for an answer to say.

“I’m so sorry… Aren’t you.. Y/N L/N? Harry Styles girlfriend?” He asked. I quickly shushed him.

“Not so loud! Your Oliver Sykes… I love your band so much!” I whisper yelled. He pulled the chair out in a 'Can I?’ gesture. I smiled and crossed my arms on the table, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“Wow, what are you doing here?” He asked me. 

“Well, Harry and I were supposed to have lunch here, but he got caught up in something.” I said, looking away.

“I don’t know why he would cancel on such a pretty lady.” He smiled at me. I blushed and took a sip from my tea cup.

“Well, its not the first time he’s canceled on me..” I muttered.

“What do you mean?” God, he was so hot. He had an adorable accent as well.

“He just… Ugh, how do I explain this? He doesn’t spend much time with me. I mean, I can’t really blame him, he has a lot to do.. But, I just wish he would pay more attention to me, y'know?” I vented to him. God I must’ve sounded so desperate. Oli smirked at me.

“If you were my girlfriend, I would treat you much better than that. Especially since you’re so beautiful.” He said to me.

“That would be nice..” I said. Fuck? Why the hell was I saying this?

“I’m sorry if this offends you but, I think he doesn’t deserve you.” He said as I looked at him with a confused look.

“What?" 

"If he can’t treat you right, then leave him. Be with someone who understands you.”

“I can’t leave him.. Imagine all the hate I would get…” I said, looking down at my tea cup. 

“I’ve debated leaving Harry more than once, maybe more than I’d like too. I know what would happen, I would be all over magazines,  the fans would double the hate. God I already get so much hate as it is… I just don’t know.” I said, my eyes filling up with tears. Oli put his hand on mine.

“Please don’t cry… How about we go somewhere more private?” He asked. I looked up at him.

“Like where?” I asked, sniffling.

“My place maybe?” He said suggestively. Was he hitting on me? Did he like, wanna get with me? My mind swam with thoughts, but I cleared them away quickly and agreed to go to his house with him.

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After arriving at Oli’s house, things got a little… well heated. 

Our conversations turned to saying how much Harry didn’t deserve me to Oliver repeatedly complimenting my body. In a second he had me underneath him and we were close enough, our noses touched.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He said, kissing me on the lips. I closed my eyes, kissing him back. I honestly shouldn’t be doing this but what Oliver said was true. Harry didn’t deserve me. If he wanted me, he would’ve treated me better. I ignored all of that and moved my hips in rhythm with Oli’s.

He groaned and moved his hand up to cup my breast. The kiss got more passionate and I rubbed my hand where his package should be. Oli pulled away and smirked to me as he pulled off my shirt. He stared at my body in awe for a few seconds then slowly unclipped my bra. He took one of my breasts in his mouth, rubbing the other in his hand. I moaned and Oli grinned up at me. He peppered kisses down to my waist then back up to my mouth again.

“Fucking tease.” I moaned to him. He laughed, rubbing my inner thigh and pulled my skirt up a bit. For a few moment, I let him drink in the sight of me and then I pushed Oli over so he was underneath me. I played with his waistband and grabbed his cock through his pants. 

“Who’s the tease now?” He groaned as I slowly undid his pants. I pulled down his boxers and took his member in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, my hand rubbing the untouched part. Sucking my cheeks in hard and rapidly moving my head, I looked up and Oliver as he gave another loud moan.

“Fuck, Y/N. This is what Harry’s missing by not hanging out with you.” He said, stroking my dirty blonde hair.

I tasted the precum in my mouth and moved him faster into my mouth.

“Y/N.. I’m close.” He moaned. I took him out of my mouth for a few seconds and licked up his cock before putting him back into my mouth. I rubbed the untouched half furiously. I hummed against him, sending vibrations which triggered him to cum into my mouth. I swallowed, then pulled my bottoms off, and slowly lowered myself onto his length.

“Oliver…” I moaned as I began bouncing up and down on his lengthy member. He thrusted deeply into me and his hands rested on my hips, pushing me very deeply into him.

I moved my hips into circles as Oli moved his body to get a better angle. 

“Oli!” I moaned loudly. He took one hand off of me as he rubbed my clit furiously. I flung my head back as he thrusted deeper and deeper into me. I rolled my hips, leaving no part of my body untouched. Oliver hit my g-spot and I gasped. He must’ve heard me and he thrusted deeply into my special spot harder and harder. 

  “Ugh! I’m close!” I moaned. I felt a knot tie in my stomach as he thrusted harder into me, using both hands to push me down as far as I could go on his length.

“I-I know… Just let it go!” He said. I screamed as I felt my walls clench around his length, my orgasm spilling everywhere. I climbed off of him and onto his chest, kissing him on the lips.

“This is an awkward time to ask this… but will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me. I smiled and buried my head into his neck. 

“Yes.”

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2 years later

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I felt a pair of arms wrap around me as I felt a kiss on my neck.

“Oliver, stop it.” I said, trying to concentrate on the pancakes I was cooking. He sprinkled kissed up and down my neck.

“I’m so glad your mine and not Harry’s.” He said. He rubbed up and down my hips as he continued to kiss my neck. Two years ago Harry and I broke up and Oliver still liked to remind me why we were together. So I could be treated right.

“I’m all yours.” I replied, kissing him on the mouth.

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Left Me Bleeding All Over the Floor

Impromptu Oli fluff! xx —B

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Jealous of an Ex - Oliver Sykes Imagine

Strobe lights created shadows and silhouettes of people on the dance floor, illuminating them with green, red and blue flashing colors hitting every corner of the room as they swirled around. My boyfriend, Oliver Sykes, and I had decided to join a few bands to check out the new club around. We had heard plenty of gossip about how this club wasn’t like any other club around, how the place created an instant buzz in your system. Originally we had decided to see if all the exaggeration was needed, but when we arrived we had noticed how the rumors did match up to the real thing. The atmosphere was electric and the vibe was almost unlike anything else that could have been created. 

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This is important

VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!

I’ve recently heard about this page. 

It’s a page specifically made to bad talk Austin Carlile. The guy who manages this page says things like “Austin abuses fans” and Austin is psychotic and a jerk" and a lot of other harmful shit.

I’ve reported it a lot of times, but according to facebook this guy is not doing anything wrong…. -_-

So what i’m asking of everyone who cares, report this page! report every post he places and complain!!

The more people speak up, the better the chance that facebook will see what a mistake they’re making!

please Reblog this post, so we get more support on this!!

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I know u guys want austin but I like alan so y not

Alan smut where he teases you when all the people from OM&M are around so you can't do anything but later he's really dominant

These things just get longer. I was actually considering posting that is two parts, but than thought what the hell. So here it is.

THIS IS SMUTTTTTTT

You sat watching a movie on the Of Mice & Men tour bus. You were snuggled up to Alan under a blanket. His hand lay on your hip. 

“Why did you think this film would be a good idea again?” Austin asked Aaron, when 20 minuets into the film there were only about 5 words said and a lot of nature shots.

“Trust me, wait and soon there are going to be a lot of sex scenes.” Aaron laughed and Austin rolled his eyes. Another 20 minuets went by and still nothing much happened.

“That’s it! Putting on Alien.” Austin said throwing his hands in the air, and you felt Alan’s chest vibrate as he laughed.

“Beautiful Nature of Britain. Really? It doesn’t even have a rating Aaron, what on this DVD said sex scenes to you.” Austin asked.

“I just wanted to see how long I could waste you guys’s times. Really just trying to measure how much you guys need to get some.” Aaron said laughing to himself.

“Right….well this is being broken, Alien here we come.” Austin said, putting in the Alien DVD for about the 10th time since you have been on tour. He then proceeded the break the other DVD and sit back in his armchair. 

Ten minuets into the film, you saw Alan getting bored, his hands shifted and one of them moved from your hips to your thigh. You didn’t do anything, but pretended not to notice, it was dark, as the sun had gone down and no one turned on the light. Alan’s hand moved again, this time closer to your the waist band of your shorts, and you knew where this was going. You hoped that if you didn’t do anything he would stop. His hands moved further gently inside your shorts. You silently cursed yourself for sitting cross legged. Alan’s hands now dangerously close to your pants. You shifted, punching his side under the blanket. HIs lips moved to your neck, kissing gently. 

“No babe, don’t even think about stopping me, then I will fuck you right here.” He whispered into your ear and you shivered. You felt amazingly turned on, and you knew that Alan was aware of this. His hand moved inside your lace black panties, finding your wet folds.

“See babe, I can tell you want me, you little slut, you can’t hide how turned on you are.” He purred into your neck, and you exhaled loudly to stop yourself from moaning. He began gently rubbing you with his index and middle finger. You shut your eyes trying to focus on anything but the amount of pleasure Alan was giving you. 

“Alan, please, no, I am going to moan.” You whimpered into his ear. 

“Than go for it baby, they know all about what I do to you in bed.” He whispered teasing you. “Later tonight I am going to fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember another man’s name. You little slut will be all mine, I am going to do something special, maybe tie you to the bed, or fuck you from behind in the shower. Or maybe I will tease you so much that your will turn into a shaking mess begging for me to let your orgasm. I don’t know, but first baby, I have to finish my dirty work here. You might want to bite something, otherwise everyone will hear you cum all over my fingers with your wet little pussy.” He finished, and you snuggled further into his chest. He rubbed harder and faster. You felt an orgasm build up inside you and than he pinched your clit. You bit into his shirt hard, pulling to stop yourself from moaning. You came undone, giving out some kind of a chocked whimper and you heard Alan smirk. He took his hands out of your shorts, placing them in his mouth and licking off your juices. He kissed you, before looking up at the rest of the band, no one looked like they saw anything except Austin you sat across from your too looking like he was about to burst out laughing. Alan shook his head, but it was too late. 

“Mr Ashby do you care to explain to me why you just took part in inappropriate activities, with your girlfriend, while your fellow band mates are present.” Austin asked and everyone looked at you two. 

“Mr Carlile, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Alan said, through a fake smile, but it was so obvious, that something defiantly happened.

“You guys missed Alan getting a cheeky bit on his fingers.” Austin said, and you went completely red.

“Awwww man we missed some action.” Phil said, and they all laughed.

“What’s with the wet patch on his shirt tough?” Aaron asked. 

“Oh it was some long thing to stop her from moaning. Oh and there was the finger licking after the orgasm, now that was something else.” Austin said and Alan gave him the biggest death stare.

“Wow he is a kinky little shit.” Aaron said rolling his eyes and turning back to the movie.

The movie finished and the guys agreed to do out for a drink. You decided to join them, as otherwise you knew that the teasing would not ease on you anytime soon. However quickly as the group headed into a busy pub you and Alan fell behind. As soon as they were gone Alan pulled you in the opposite direction. You had no idea where you were going or why you were following him put the earlier cunning words and actions made you want more too much to go drinking with the guys.

Alan pulled you into a main street heading to the nearest hotel. He walked in still pulling you along and you knew how much you too stuck out from the crowed, as this place was posh to say the least. 

“I need a room for two, now.” He said, half out of breath from the big rush of you getting here. The man behind the counter looked up unamused to say the least. He slowly looked up at slightly sweating, tattooed Alan, and you.

“I’m sorry sir the only room we have available in our master suite which is $1,000 a night.” He said thinking that Alan would not be able to pay.

“Right, where can I put this fucking credit card.” Alan said as he swiped his card out of his back pocket. The man’s eyes were filled with a mix  of shock and horror from Alan’s swearing. Slowly he took the card with his white gloved had and placed it in the pin machine, Alan hurridly put in his pin and than was gived a key.

“It’s on the top floor sir.” The man said.

“Thank you, fuck off.” Alan shouted as he ran toward the lift.

“There is 2 bottles of free champaign in the room.” You heard the man shout and Alan cheered in reply.

The lift doors closed and you both burst out laughing.

“Alan you can’t do things like that, you know they can kick you out of places like this.” You said when you regained your breath.

“If they did, I would sue the shit out of them. $1,000 Jesus fucking Christ!” He smirked at you.

Moments later Alan opened the door to your suite, and looking around you saw why the place cost so much. Alan headed to the living room finding the ice cold bottles of champaign. He looked at you with lust in his eyes.

“Bed now, you little slut.” He purred and you ran towards the huge four poster bed. Alan quickly, followed you laying the two bottles on the bedside table. He kissed you deeply his hands on your face. With one hand he undid his belt and pulled it out of his jeans, and placed it next to you.

“Now listen here, no fucking around, you know, I can always tie you to the bed with my belt, and then see what happens.” He purred into your ears.

“Okay baby.” You said maliciously, you were going to test how much his threats were actually true. He looked you before kissing your neck, he began sucking your sweet spot. You instantly moaned. Alan was encouraged by this. His hands slipped under your dress and he quickly pulled it over your head. You took this moment when he was off guard to push you down you push him the other way, laying ontop of him, you purred at him, your hands moving down his chest quickly. He pushed you back against the bed and quickly your hands were tied to the headboard with Alan’s belt. He really wasn’t just making empty threats. 

“Now is that better? Is this what you wanted you little slut?” Alan asked teasing you. You grunted shifting and trying to escape the belt. Alan went back to your body. He took off your strapless bra and panties. You were now completely naked in front of still fully clothed Alan. One of his hand’s gently ghosted over your wet core, and you inhaled heavily.

“You little slut, so wet already. Bit kinky aren’t you, liking the way you’re under my control. And it will stay that way.” He grunted at you, he teased your clit with his thumb, creating friction. You moaned, and Alan smirked again. He moved his lips to your left nipple and sucked on it. You arched your back and moaned again, trying to free your hands to pull him closer, put of course it was no use. 

“Don’t even try baby, you don’t want me to punish you any more, do you?” Alan purred into your neck and you whimpered in reply. Alan leaned slightly to one side and picked up one of the bottles of champaign. He took the cork out and took a swig of the fizzy liquid. He than turned it to you, pouring it into your open mouth. Alan took his shirt off and went back to his handy work on you. He kissed down your body, kissing each one of your ribs on your chest. He moved further kissing each of your hip bones, and than moved to your inner thigh kissing the sensitive skin.

“Alan, stop fucking around!” You shouted fustratited at how much you wanted him, and now deeply regretting the previous decision to try and test his threats. Alan looked up at you unhappy, you knew this was how it was going to go, he was going to tease you as long as he wants. Without of word he bit your clit, and you pushed your head into the headboard, moaning and trying to push your hips towards Alan. He now went further, his tongue moving up and down your folds, his hands pushing your hips down onto the bed. You felt the deep sensation in the pit of your stomach of an orgasm coming. Your toes curled and you arched your back, moaning loud enough to make the room echo.

“Alan baby, oh my God, yes!” You whimpered, balling your fists you fell over the edge, in that moment all you could think of was shouting and moaning Alan’s name. Alan looked up at you, and smirked at the trebling mess you now were.

“What do you have to say to me?” He asked, his eyes still filled with lust.

“Thank you, baby.” You purred, out of breath. Alan smirked , reaching for the bottle on the bedside table. He drank some more, but did not give you any. Instantly you protested. He got off the bed taking of his jeans and boxers and rejoined you, not both of you completly naked. He undid the belt and kissed each of your wrists. You moved your hands to his shoulders making small circles on his shoulders and collar bones, which you knew drove him insane.

“Don’t think this gives you any more power than you had before.” Alan said pushing you back down on the bed, and kissing you. You reached for the bottle but Alan slapped your hand away.

“You little slut. Really want it that much do you, maybe we will try something different.” He purred and you froze unsure what he was planning to do. Alan took the bottle and poured it over his erected length. You stared unsure about what you need to do, he looked at you and once again smirked.

“You know it won’t suck it’s self.” Alan said, and you gave out a small exited giggle. You moved closer to his torso, and dropped to your knees by the side of the bed. You took the end of it in your mouth, sucking off the sweet liquid. Alan instantly threw his head back, his hands gripping the bed sheets. You sucked the head, gently moving further down, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue to get all of the syrupy liquid off. When you got  to the base, you knew that Alan was getting impatient of the slow moving action. You took up a fast rhythm moving your lips from the head all the way to the lips. Your tongue swirled around, playing with the pulsating veins in Alan’s length. 

“Yes (Y/N).” Alan said and you knew he was close, he moved his hands to your hair gripping and moving you at the faster speed. Finally he held you at the base, and came, his head tipped back, his hands gipping your hair. You moved back up to the bed, and Alan looked at you, lying waiting for him.

“Look at you babe, cheekily asking to get some.” He smirked getting back from the side of the bed. He kissed you, and bit your bottom lip, pulling it out. Your hand’s moved to his semi hard on, and you slowly moved your hands up and down to get him fully erect. Alan breathed in hard, before slapping your hand away.

“What did I say about having more power you little slut? We are going to have to punish you aren’t we. Simple as this, every time you make noise I am going to pull out.” He smirked, as his hands wrested by your head on the sheets. Alan slammed into you without warning, and you bit down on your bottom lip hard to try and not moan, the second thrust was even worst, a lot more powerful than the first, and you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. Alan thrusted a third time, and at the same time pinched your clit. You moaned uncontrollably, arching your back, and breathlessly saying Alan’s name. Of course once again  he was not joking and proceeded to pull out. You whimpered, almost crying at how much you needed him, however he did not move.

“Alan, for fuck sake.” You whimpered, but still he didn’t move.

“Beg for me babe.” He purred into your ear and bit your ear lobe. You followed his instruction without hesitation.

“Alan, just fuck me, please, I’ll be a good girl and not make a sound, its just that it’s so hard to stay quite.” You said desperately, and Alan thrust into you again, you arched your back, and dug your nails into his back at every thrust to stop yourself from moaning. You felt the heat building at the bottom of your stomach and from the sloppier thrusts of Alan you knew that he was as close as you.

“Tell me what you think of baby.” Alan purred into your ear, than proceeded to suck out your neck.

“I’m thinking about you Alan, and how sexy you are and how good you feel inside me, and how close I am-” You cut yourself of with a moan, and thankfully Alan like you was too close to pull out. 

“Come for me gorgeous.” Alan purred and you were thrown over the edge. Everything went fuzzy and all that was there was the feeling of Alan coming inside you, you tangled your hands into his ginger hair, and he kissed you until you both rode off your orgasms. Alan pulled out laying down next to you. 

“Wow.” You said after you regained your breath.

“Yes.” Alan said pulling the covers over both of you. 

“That was amazing baby, thank you.” You said snuggling into Alan’s chest.

“I love you babe, and I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Alan said kissing your forehead.

“I love you too Alan, and don’t worry even if you did it was worth it.” You giggled.

 Please send more request, would love to write a few more about Alan and Austin. 

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