#zayn one shot

[mieluscious]

baby, warm me up. zayne

ෆ pairings : zayne x female reader

ෆ genre : fluff, smut

ෆ word count : 3k6

ෆ warnings : mdni. husband!zayne, bratty wife!reader, fluff, small argument, teasing, fingering, biting, a lot of kisses, unprotected sex, breeding kink, handjob, hand kink, rough sex, semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, medical office sex, zayne is really cold (you know him..) but really reallyyy soft at the same time, they are both so in love . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

"what are you doing here." zayne's office door closed behind you as you excitedly threw your shopping bags on the sofa in front of his desk.

"i went shopping and thought : why not say hello to my hubby?" you clapped your hands, smiling at zayne's cold expression. "are you not excited to see me ?" you pouted and placed your hands on your hips. "look at my new dress, isn't it cute ?" zayne pushed his glasses up his nose and turned his attention back to the documents spread out on his desk.

"i have work to do y/n. go back home." he grabbed a pen and resumed his work without giving you another glance. you sighed and threw yourself onto the sofa.

"my husband is so meannnn." you raised your arms and looked at your hands. "i even had my nails done for him. but he doesn't care about me i'm so sad." you whined loudly but zayne was totally indifferent and it was slowly beginning to frustrate you. you suddenly got up and reached into one of your bags, pulling out a cute little top you bought at the mall. "since you don't mind, i'll show you everything i've bought." zayne squeezed his pencil lightly between his fingers at your words. you took off your shoes and unbuttoned your dress, which fell to your feet, leaving you in your underwear in front of his desk. he slowly raised his eyes to you and his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of you half-naked in his workplace.

"what are you doing." it didn't sound like a question, zayne's tone was cold as usual, but this time you could hear the annoyance in his voice, which made you smile slightly. he tapped his pencil repeatedly on the wood of his desk, looking you up and down behind the lenses of his glasses.

"i told you. i'm doing a haul just for you." you winked at him. he pressed his back against his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. you put on your top and zayne's eyes fell on your breasts, a little too visible for his taste because of the little fabric covering your skin. you put your hands on your hips and gave him a few poses to show off your top, you spun around and smiled with all your teeth. you chuckled. "so ? what do you think baby." his cold gaze slid down on the skin of your bare thighs to your hips, before falling back into your eyes.

"i think you should go home, like i said." you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, and zayne almost broke his pencil at the sight of your breasts sticking out generously.

"i don't want to go back home without you. it's saturday and i want us to have fun tonight." you bent down and reached into your bag to pull out a skirt and scarf. "look i even bought a cute outfit for you." zayne sighed and a discreet, almost invisible smile played across his lips. he rose from his chair and you pressed your clothes to your chest as the tall man approached you.

"look at me." you didn't even realize you'd lowered your gaze to your feet. you looked up at him and your teeth caught your lower lip at his serious expression. "i have a lot of work to do, and you're a distraction." you clenched your fists, you were offended and zayne could see it in your eyes. you threw your clothes against his chest which he caught before they fell to the ground.

"ok, i get it. i'm gonna go have some fun on my own then." you took off your top under zayne's piercing eyes and his fists clenched on your clothes as you also removed your bra.

"y/n. don't push me please." your eyes never left his when you wrapped your arm around your breasts, forbidding him to look. you knew what you were doing was wrong but you couldn't help feeling that childish feeling of jealousy. zayne was always busy with work and having time to spend with him was becoming more and more complicated as the days went by. you crouched down and pulled a silk dress from another bag.

"you see." you straightened up and slipped inside the dress, which gilded deliciously over the curves of your body under your husband's cold gaze. "i was supposed to wear this dress tonight at the restaurant i booked for us. but instead, i'm going to wear it now and go by myself. maybe a man will join me and give me some time ?" you grabbed your purse from the sofa. you brought your hand to your mouth and tilted your head to the side, looking at him again. "maybe rafayel? i don't think he would have forgotten our wedding anniversary." you caught your heels in your hands, wanting to put them in your car, you couldn't stand his silence any longer and you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. you grabbed the door's wrist to open it when a hand slammed down on the wood to close it again. you turned around and leaned your back against the door, zayne's face down on you. the strands of his hair fell over his dark eyes behind his glasses, making him far too attractive. a knock was heard from the other side of the door.

"doctor zayne ? your patient is here for his appointment." his gaze wandered slowly over every pretty feature of your face before falling back into your beautiful eyes.

"make them wait in the corridor." his other hand wrapped a lock of your hair around its finger. "i'll be there soon, unfortunately, i still have something to take care of." his hand went up to your chin, which he raised towards him. zayne was much more taller than you, sometimes, to look at him you had to stand on tiptoe to keep your balance. he slipped his arm, which was against the door, around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you squealed softly as you felt his face come close to your ear, his lips gently brushing against it. "and you, you come with me." you mewled and grabbed his shirt between your hands as he lifted you by the hips, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

"i hate you." you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. he smiled tenderly and placed a small kiss on your cheek, making you blush. he walked to his desk and sat you down on it. his two hands settled on either side of you as he stood between your thighs.

"look at me, princess." his teeth gently caught your ear, making you flinch. "please." you sighed lightly as you removed your arms from around his neck, giving him a chance to see your rosy cheeks. you closed your eyes and his nose touched yours. "i didn't forget our wedding anniversary." he slipped a hand on the small of your back and kissed your jaw before blindly reaching behind you for a small box on his desk. you slowly opened your eyes on a beautiful diamond ring and gasped.

"w-what is this.." you grabbed the box between your trembling fingers and raised your face to zayne's, who rested his forehead against yours, smiling softly.

"i told you to leave so that you could take the time to make yourself even more beautiful than you are now." he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear before gently kissing the corner of your lips. "i have a lot of work to do and i wanted to get everything done so i could get back to you as soon as possible." he grabbed your hips with both hands and pulled you closer to him, making you blush even more under his cold eyes.

"i feel so stupid." you caught your face in your hands. "i'm so sorry zayne." he caught one of your fingers between his teeth, nibbling gently.

"don't be sad, my love." your hands slowly fell from your face. "i was a bit stressed and i know i can be cold sometimes." you immediately looked up and saw him smiling.

"sometimes huh ?" he chuckled softly and your heart began to race.

"yes i know. but you're not afraid of the ice, are you ?" his cold fingers slid over the bare skin of your thighs, pulling up your dress. you grabbed his shirt again, moaning softly under his piercing eyes.

"i'm not." he lightly pinched the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you flinch. zayne's face pressed against your neck and he took the opportunity to lick the sensitive spot under your ear, a whimper escaped from between your lips as your legs suddenly wrapped around his waist.

"so why don't you try to warm me up ?" this time you couldn't resist anymore, you needed him. one of your hands grabbed his white lab coat, bringing him closer to you causing him to catch himself with one hand on the desk behind you. your lips met the skin of his neck and a silent moan escaped from his mouth. "eager aren't we ?" your teeth sank into his flesh and his head tilted back slightly when he felt your small hands grab his belt. your hand slipped into his pants to catch his length, you bit your lip painfully, trembling. a soft moan escaped from between zayne's lips. "your hands are so warm." he lowered his head and your eyes met again, he opened his mouth slightly as you began to slowly move your hand over his cock, jerking him off as you analyzed every pretty feature of his face.

"i love you." you sighed softly and he smiled lightly between two moans. he placed his hands on either side of you, his forehead pressed to yours, making you tremble even more at this new proximity.

"why are you shaking my darling ?" a chuckle escaped him. "i'm the one who's getting touched." his eyes fell on your hand, which was gently caressing him. "by such a pretty hand." he raised his eyes back to yours and your gaze almost made him cum in your hand. you were so pretty, your cheeks were as rosy as flowers and your eyes were glassy. every time you touched zayne he had this feeling that you were taking more pleasure than he was, and seeing you like this made you even more adorable in his eyes.

your thumb slipped over his tip and zayne let out a growl that you swallowed in a tender kiss. your glossy lips caressed his gently as his tongue slipped into your mouth to meet yours. you sucked his lower lip shyly as you felt his hands grab your dress. he tried to escape your lips to talk but your grip on his cock tightened, making him moan against your mouth. you pressed your mouth harder against his and your tongue slid against his teeth, making him smile during the kiss. his breathing quickened as your hand slid up and down his length faster. a knocking sounded at his office door, but zayne paid it no mind. he moved one of his hands up to your jaw and his fingers slipped over your hairline as he deepened the kiss, making you moan inside his mouth.

"doctor zayne ? your patient is waiting." his tongue wrapped around yours before sucking on it gently. your other hand went up his muscular back, and you pulled his lab coat off his shoulders. he immediately understood what you wanted and pulled his hands away from you to remove it completely from him. your mouth never left his it was as if you needed it to breathe or you could die just under him. you pressed his cock against his stomach and rubbed it harder against your palm, making him grip the edge of the desk firmly. he was now panting against your mouth and your tongue couldn't resist licking his lips. everything was so delicious, the minty taste of his mouth was addictive.

"ah- stop. im gonna cum." he suddenly grabbed your thigh and lifted it. "i don't want to ruin the pretty dress you bought for me." your lips slipped from his mouth to his jaw, which you nibbled softly. "please. take it off." his other hand slipped under your butt to pull the fabric of your dress through. you removed your hand from his cock and grabbed the edges of your dress which you pulled over your head before bringing back your mouth to the skin of his neck.

"i missed you so much, zayne. a-ah-" you moaned prettily as you felt him tug roughly at your lace panties before tossing them behind him. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he slid his hands under your knees, positioning your feet on the edge of his desk, opening you up to him as much as possible.

"i know baby, i know. i'm sorry, i'm here now." you nodded and threw your head back, feeling the tip of his cock slide between your walls. you removed your arms from around his neck and grasped his shirt firmly in your hands, moaning loudly. zayne removed one of his hands from under your knee and slid his fingers against your lips. his piercing gaze met your glassy eyes. "shhh-" he pushed his cock further into you and he could see in your eyes that you were on the verge of climax. "you have to be quiet" you nodded, a tear fell down your cheek and zayne bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from grunting at the sight of you in such despair. you squealed against his fingers as he placed his lips on your eye, kissing you softly. "it's gonna be fine. you want to feel good, hm ?" you nodded again and your chest heaved as he thrust his full length inside you. you pulled so hard on his shirt that buttons popped off and spread across the floor, revealing his muscular chest. you were now panting against his mouth and zayne frowned while looking deep into your teary eyes, trying to calm himself down.

"z-zayne..ahhh..." you grabbed the hair on the back of his head as he started thrusting inside you slowly, letting you get used to him. he slid both of his hands on your hips and you threw your head back as his gaze fell on your juicy, erotic lips. he wanted to eat them so bad, but he didn't want to miss your little moans under his thrusts. another tear rolled down your cheek and zayne immediately licked it off. he opened his mouth to let out small moans when he felt your legs wrap around his waist, making him thrust his cock even deeper until he reached your g-spot. you almost fell backwards when you felt his tip strike against the most sensitive spot of your body, zayne caught you by the small of your back.

"how does it feel ? good ?" you nodded and opened your mouth to speak, but a cry escaped you as he thrust a bit faster inside you, making you arch against his hand on your back . you grabbed his fingers still against your lips and slipped them into your mouth to stop you from being too loud. his cold gaze returned back to yours and you couldn't help biting his fingers, making him flinch slightly. an almost non-existent smile spread across his lips as he watched you try to apologize between your uncontrollable moans. he laid you flat on the desk and let out a deep groan when he looked down on your pussy gushing and clenching on his cock. he grabbed the back of your knees with one hand and pressed them against your chest, this new position made you turn your eyes to the back of your skull. his erection was impossibly hard and the thick veins on the underside of his cock were consistently dragging over your silken flesh.

"z-zayne....ahh....ahh....ahh...hmph!-" zayne put his knee on the desk, fucking you even more deeply as he looked straight into your eyes, his mouth hang opened and silent moans escaped from between the reddened lips you'd kissed passionately earlier. "it's.... ahhh-.. too m-much-" you tried to grab everything you could around you, the edges of his desk and the document holders lying around, everything.

"take it, please. look at you. you look so pretty with your face all red." you were now a crying and moaning mess under his powerful thrusts. zayne didn't care about you being noisy anymore, the whole hospital could hear you and probably the patient who'd been waiting for him in the corridor for thirty minutes. but all he wanted was fucking you good, fucking you the way you always deserved it. "so pretty. please, let’s make a baby." you nodded and you squirted a little against his pelvis at his words. with his free hand he was about to pull his shirt off his shoulders when you grabbed the fabric of his sleeve, letting him know that you wanted him to give it to you. zayne dropped the back of your knees and straightened up to take off his shirt, which he then handed to you.

you pressed his shirt against your face, savoring the scent of your husband as he removed his cock from your cunt and turned you over so that you were lying on your side. you bit down gently on the fabric of his shirt when you met his cold eyes again. he positioned himself back on his two legs on the floor and bent down to gently kiss the skin of your hip before straightening up again, making you whimper. he grabbed your leg and put it on his shoulder before sinking back inside and immediately start fucking you deep. "ahh.. yes princess, you like it like that ?-" he moaned and a streams of yes’s escaped from your glossy lips as lewd squelching and skin slapping against skin noises were bouncing off the office walls. he pulled your leg towards him to bring you closer, making you bounce on his cock harder with each thrust and you couldn't help but scream as you felt his tip hit your g-spot with full force. you pressed your nose deeper into his shirt and your eyes rolled back into the back of your skull as you smelled the musky scent of his cologne. zayne pressed his pelvis against your clit and the opportunity was too good for you not to rub up against him. "look at me." you looked up into his beautiful green eyes and immediately opened your mouth wide, mewling loudly as you saw zayne blush, with his glasses almost falling off his nose. one of his hand caught your sensitive ear and he pressed it between his two digits, making you arch your back. "you like my scent mh ?" you nodded, biting your lower lip under his watchful gaze. "when i'm at work, do you use my shirts to touch yourself with them ?" you squealed and pulled the fabric of his shirt up over your nose, revealing only your eyes.

"y-yes.." zayne suddenly grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, he fucked you so hard that the desk rocked back and forth. he pressed his chest against your back and you gripped the edges of the desk firmly as you felt his hand slide under your belly to massage your clit. zayne slipped his tongue into your ear and you couldn't help yourself from screaming even louder as you felt your orgasm building inside you. "z-zayne...ahhhh....ahhhhh...i-m... cuming-" he removed himself from your cunt and turned you over onto your back again, he lifted your ass before thrusting roughly into you, his balls slapping against your cheeks loudly.

"look at me, princess." he was panting against your lips and his forehead was pressed against yours as his nails dug into your skin, a sign that he was close to cumming too. you looked up into his beautiful eyes and a smile played on his lips between two moans. "are you ready to be a mom, y/n ?" you nodded repeatedly and begged him against his lips to let you cum. “then take it all.”

“y-yes…yes!-” you shouted, arching your back and pressing your breasts harder against his chest as you squirted against him. he moaned loudly as he came at the same time as you, you shook your hips in pure satisfaction, allowing zayne’s swollen cock to enjoy the pleasure of your tight, tender passageway walls as they sucked it in over and over again, prolonging your orgasm. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed throughout the room and you were certain that the nurse on the other side of the door knew what you were doing. zayne slowed the pace of his hips and you squealed against his lips when he slid his hands over your breasts, pressing them together. he panted against your mouth trying to recover from his orgasm as you felt his semen flowing between your legs. “baby.. it’s leaking..” zayne kissed your cheek and slipped one of his hands between your legs, he removed his cock from your pussy and slipped two fingers between your walls pushing his cum deep inside. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head, giggling.

“happy wedding anniversary, zaynie.”

© 𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 ! 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞 — 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ☆⌒(>。<)

[midnightmemories-1-d]

Something about off stage and soft harry makes me all happy. Omg please he looks so cozy in the last one

[punksdoll]

hii! love ur works!!

was wondering if I could request a jey x sami x reader fanfic (platonic) where you have been out for an injury for a while by rhea and when war-games happens rhea inserts herself in the match leaving jey and sami's team at a disadvantage. and when they think they are gonna lose your music plays and they look up in awe as they see you return and you beat rhea's ass and win the match for the team and they are hugging you and so excited and happy to see you! and are worried for you because they don't want you to overexert yourself cause you are injured and gone for a long time but you reassure them that ur fine.

~~~𝑰’𝒎 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚~~~

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𝑱𝒆𝒚 𝑼𝒔𝒐 𝒙 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏

^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚.

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎<𝟑 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: “𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅” 𝒘𝒂𝒓-𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒋𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

not proofread

“You are still in a disadvantage for war games.” Finn says into the mic as it has just been revealed that Randy will be coming back.

Cody’s team all look at each other in confusion before looking back at the judgment day, watching Finn hand over the mic to Rhea.

“Cause I’ll be joining in.”

•••

Cody paces back in forth in the locker room that his war games team shares. The news of Rhea joining in their war-games match just caused them a huge disadvantage.

“She ain’t just do that…I know she ain’t just do that.” Jey shakes his head, looking at Cody.

“She did…that snake did.” Cody sighs shaking his head.

“Is that even allowed?” Sami raises an eyebrow.

“In this place…yes.” Seth nods.

“We need someone to join our team to take her down or we’ll be really fucked up at war-games.” Cody shakes his head before looking over at Jey and Sami, “Do you think y/n could be able to?”

Jey and Sami immediately shake their heads, “She’s been out since we parted with my cousin and brothers. She has yet to be cleared, she won’t be able to make it.” Jey shakes his head.

“Guess we just gotta get in there…is Randy even coming?” Seth looks at Cody who immediately nods.

“Yes he will come…and hopefully another saving grace will.”

•••

The war-games matching was turning into literal shit. Cody’s team had such a strong disadvantage knowing they can’t do anything to Rhea which, in the crowds eyes, are bullshit. Here and there Cody’s team would get there licks but Rhea was always put in between, stopping any hits coming from any of her members. She herself would even hit one of the guys. Cody’s team all lost hope when they realize Randy won’t be coming and nor will any saving grace to take Rhea the hell down.

Until there was.

The Judgment day stand in the ring well and strong as they wait for the countdown to go down that was supposed to be a Randy’s return. The countdown ends and the crowd goes silent as they wait impatiently for Randy’s music to hit. The Judgment day starts laughing as they realize no one’s coming as Rhea rushes towards the cage door.

“Priest is catching in.” She says and the crowd immediately goes wild at that.

“It seems like…Damian will be catching in his briefcase!” Michael Cole exclaims as the ref rushes over to the announcer to tell her.

The Judgment Day starts laughing but it automatically drops as they hear Randy’s theme song hit. Everyone in the crowd cheers and goes crazy as JD look towards the ramp where Randy is coming down with a smirk on his face.

Cody watches with a relief smile as he makes eye contact with his team, “We can end this…” he nods slowly as everyone watches Randy get towards the cage and walk up the stairs but suddenly stops and stares at Rhea.

Y/n Y/l/n theme song hits the arena and almost immediately, the crowd stands up with their phones out and cheering. They have been waiting for her arrival ever since she was taken out due to an injury Rhea herself had given her. Rumors were going around about how she wouldn’t return for awhile because of how bad those injuries were.

But here she is. Walking out and to the arena as she soaks in the excitement that the fans are letting loosing as they raise their phones to record her moment.

Randy nods slowly and looks at Rhea who has wide eyes as she stares at Y/n whose eyes immediately catches her, revenge soaking them.

Jey and Sami look at each other with wide eyes before looking over at their friend who walks down the ramp with a slow threatening pace as she keeps her eyes targeted on Rhea who backs up and towards her members.

Randy gets down from the stairs and holds his hand out to Y/n who takes it and helps herself up the stairs of the ring before slowly getting in with Randy who slams the cage door shut and the match has started.

“The War-Games Match has officially started!” The announcer announces and the bell rings.

Y/n grabs a kendo stick and immediately starts hitting Rhea with it, attacking her and making sure she feels what she felt all those months ago.

The war games is getting heated as everyone gets someone and the crowd is going crazy as they watch the match unfold before their eyes with cheers, loving the moment going on.

“Get them between the ropes! Go go go!” Randy orders their team.

Y/n drags Rhea by her hair as she throws her in between the ropes positing her under her arm as she waits for everyone else to get in position. Jey and Sami get in front of her and looked at her shock.

“Heyyy…” Y/n waves at them before Randy nods at them and in unison, they all hit a rope ddt.

Sami and Jey go through the ropes and towards y/n who gives them a big smile, “What are you doing here? I thought you were injured?” Sami frowns.

“Fight now, talk later.” Y/n pats them both on their chest before jumping at Rhea to take her down.

The match moves on quicker and better than before. Cody’s team having the upper hand and keeping it until the end of the match. Rhea was the last one standing as she looks around to see her fellow judgment day members on the ground, too focused on their pain.

“Get up!” She shouts at them, demanding them. “Get up! Get up!”

Cody, Seth, Sami, Jey, and Randy all circle around her. Y/n slowly creeping up behind her.

“You can’t hit me.” Rhea smirks.

“You right…” Jey nods, “She can though.”

Rhea turns around and is immediately stricked with y/n’s finisher and she pins Rhea down, catching the win for the team.

•••

The minute the trio made it backstage, Y/n was immediately engulfed in a hug by Sami and Jey.

“What the hell didn’t you tell us you were coming back?” Sami says with a smile, “You did great out there.”

“He’s right but…your back. Are you sure you good? We don’t want you to have another injury like last time.” Jey says worriedly.

Y/n smiles at them and ruffles their head, “I’ll be fine. The doctor checked me out and said i was good to go.” She reassures them.

“You should make sure with him again.” Sami says worried.

“He right…shits serious.”

“Guys.” Y/n narrows her eyes, “I am fine. I’m cleared. I’ll be okay.”

Sami and Jey nods slowly, “You sure?” Jey asks.

“Jey!”

[dawnbreakersgaze]

I caught this accidental mid-combat snap and I just want to take a moment of your time to say

❄️Zanye's Nose❄️

That's it. Just appreciate Zayne's nose. It's so wonderfully shaped and suits him so well and just so damn nice to look at.

[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Zayn Malik

Addiction

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

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

Contagem de palavras: 2,507

Avisos: +18; linguagem sexual explícita

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Z, não precisava. — Murmurou envergonhada. 

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

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

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

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

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

— É seu. 

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

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

— Obrigada, eu amei. 

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

— Por que sempre fica sozinha no seu aniversário? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hum? 

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

— Claro que sim. 

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

S\N não era bonita. Era absolutamente linda. 

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

— Esquece… — Ela suspirou, sorrindo envergonhada. 

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

— Nós… somos amigos? — Perguntou temerosa. 

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

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

— O que? — Engasguei. 

— Não me faça repetir. — Resmungou. 

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

— Não. Eu quero. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

S/N suspirou, abrindo ainda mais a boca. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

O sutiã branco combinava perfeitamente com sua pele imaculada. 

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

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

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

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

— Eu quero ver você. — Ela sussurrou. 

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

— Você gosta? — Perguntei baixo. 

— São lindas. — Ela sorri. 

Ataco sua boca, com fome. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

S\N conseguia ser doce por todos os lugares. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Respirei fundo, afastando a fantasia e subindo na cama. 

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

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

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

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

Arrisquei me mover, indo devagar. 

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

— Quer que eu pare? — Falei preocupado.

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

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

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

— Zayn… — Resmungou, me enlouquecendo ainda mais. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Queria vê-la perder o controle. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eu estava fodido. 

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

Eu não conseguiria, sabia disso. 

“estou fora” 

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

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Comentários e opiniões sempre me ajudam a continuar a escrever! Espero muito que tenham gostado desse imagine <3 Estava morrendo de saudade de vocês!

[muserryy]

LATE NIGHT CALLS

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

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

"where are you?"

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

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

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

"yeah.. I can't sleep."

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

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

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

"I don't feel like getting up…"

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

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

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

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

"so, I assume the fridge is empty."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"sleepy?" he asks.

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

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

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

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

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

"Good night, honey."

[awwitschuu]

hi zayne with a chubby gf <3 (she/her pronouns used, minors dni)

zayne leaving soft kisses on her arms and the backs of her hands, making the sweet apples of her cheeks radiate with a gorgeous hue. he holds her so so delicately like she’s porcelain ready to shatter at any moment. he’ll have her sat in his lap, listening about the high points of her day all while massaging her pillowy thighs meticulously. zayne’s definitely listening to every word that leaves her sweet lips, absolutely adores when she speaks. he’ll chime in here and there “mhm?” “is that so?” all while pecking delicate kisses to her shoulder every now and then, kisses that remind her “i’m here, i’m always here.”

[bumblebebrat]

One More Night - ZAYNE

This song is so zayne coded (ToT)

Zayne's pov

I shouldn't. No, I can't be with y/n it will only hurt us both in the long run. Yet no matter how hard I try, I can't stay away from her. No matter how many arguments I cause with my act of cold indifference....No matter how sick I become from my evol. It's impossible to stay away.

One more night...that's all I need.

Y/n's pov

He is insufferable...but he is kind, smart, caring, and-and it seems he doesn't take me seriously. It gets on my nerves one moment he is nagging me about my health and the next he is telling me to stay away.

Maybe I should stay away, but deep down, I know I can't. Deep down, I've come to love this man. So, I will break down his walls and see how he truly feels. No longer will I let him hide from me. Zyane, prepare yourself tonight. It will be a night to remember.

A few ours later.

I had invited zyane over to my house for dinner. Currently I am in the kitchen cooking up some pasta. My nerves are running rampant. Tonight I confront him, tonight I give him a choice. Tonight...tonight I find out what really is going on.

Just as I finish up cooking, I hear a knock on my door. Taking a deep breath I walk over to my front door and open it. "Impeccable timing as always Zayne." He just nods and steps inside. I huff and motion him to the dining room. "I made some pasta."

"Smells nice." THAT'S ALL?! That's the first thing he says to me. My brow twitches in annoyance. I grab some plates and scoop up the pasta, serving dinner, then take a seat.

At first it's unnervinglu quiet, it's seems I'm not the only one who is unsure about what's going on. "Zyane what are we?" He flinched slightly almost noticeable. "We are doctor and patient." I shake my head in disbelief. "We crossed that line a long time ago zayne. First when we would meet up as friends and second....when we crossed the line of being more than friends. So don't give me that shit."

Dinner was completely forgotten all that remained was the two of them. "So I ask again, what are we?" Zayne inhales deeply and rubs a hand over his face his mask is starting to falter. "I-we can't be more than doctor and patient."

Anger flows through my veins setting them on fire. "And why not hmm? We've done virtually everything a couple does Zayne. I know you care for me I know that this little game we are playing isn't a game anymore. I can feel it."

Pain flashes for a moment in his eyes. "It's my fault." He says as he gets up from his chair. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have come tonight."

"Don't you dare leave this room." I get up from my seat and walk behind him. His broad shoulders and back quiver slightly.

"I love you, but I can't have you. I crave you, but it hurts to touch you. I can't bear to be around you, but I can't bear never seeing you." I was gobsmacked. He loved me. What's all this nonsense about not being able to though? "What do you mean, Zayne?"

I was not prepared to see him when he turned around. His face is still stoic as usual, but tears fall from his eyes. The room grows cold, and then I notice it. His evol was acting up. His right side is starting to freeze bit by bit. A gasp leaves my lips, and I reach out to him. He flinches and pulls back. "Don't you will only get hurt." His head falls, looking down at the floor.

My own tears start to well up in my eyes. "One more night I told myself." His voice comes out pained. "One more night I would let myself love you, care for you, crave you." Understanding and pure sorrow extinguishes my anger.

"One more night..." I breathed out. His head whipped back up to me and I almost broke down right there. If him being with me only caused him to suffer then...then I would let him go. I reach one hand out and caress his face. He is so cold, too cold.

"One more night....make love to me." Just like that and last chain he held that was holding him back broke...no it shattered.

Zayne's pov

My chains broke and my hands immediately found themselves around her waist. This will be my last night with her and I was going to make the most of it. I could feel my evol fighting its way to the surface to try and take over my body. But not tonight I wouldn't let it.

My lips met hers with slow raw passion. Only break apart for a moment to walk to the bedroom. Our limbs tangle together as we hit the soft matress. My hands slid under her shirt feeling her hot flush skin.

We peeled eachothers clothes off slowly taking our time. I ran my lips along her colar bone until I feel her flinch and suck down on that spot. Taking one hand I trace down her waist just above her naval. A soft moan escapes her lips and I savor it. Before letting my hand dive between her legs and find that little ball of nerves.

Her back arches, and she takes in a strangled breath. The sound goes straight down to my groin, causing a pulse of pleasure. I groan as it twitches. I stick two fingers into her begging hole and start at a slow, teasing pace.

"Please...zayne." Simce she asked so nicely I gladly speed up. Her body squirms against me and my fingers. I kiss her claiming her moans.

Then she unravels under me. Her body convulses and her moans come out louder. She looks beautiful and oh so so sexy. It's one of my favorite sights to see. Eventually she looks at me her eyes starting to tear up. I kiss them away. "Shh it's okay we're not done yet." I get up to grab a condom but she stops me.

"No I want to feel all of you." My heart skips a beat and I oblige. I slowly start to enter her, she is so tight I almost came. But I hold back and start to pump slowly in and out. I lay ontop of her completely. Her legs warp around my waist and her hands lay on my shoulders. My hand grabs a handful of her hair and lightly tugs. She neck now completely exposed I suck and kiss along her neck as I pump into her.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head and a long moan comes out. I go a bit faster hitting the spot were she screams the loudest. I want to tell her how much I love her but I know that would only break the both of us.

Not able to hold back anymore I pump quickly into her and pull out as we both unravel. I saw stars my body shivering in time with the pulses of pleasure.

We cuddle up next to eachother. "Cross my heart and hope to die that i will only stay with you...

One more night."

[1d-oned-1d]

THUNDERSTORMS

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

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

pairing:- Y/N and Louis Tomlinson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure sir?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Good now on my shoulder."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then you can record daddy."

"Are you sure princess?" He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[1dpreferencesbr]

Imagine com Zayn Malik

Love Like This

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

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

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

Lista de diálogos Masterlist

Contagem de palavras: 1,877

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

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

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

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

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

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

Precisava mesmo de tudo aquilo? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hum, tinha esquecido disso. — Admiti. 

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

— Falta de tempo. — Dei de ombros. 

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

— Não aconteceu nada. — Afirmei. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— O que está acontecendo? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— O que eu fiz? 

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

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

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

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

— Para com isso! — Reclamei. 

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

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

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

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

— Não. 

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

— Vamos conversar. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Tudo o que? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Você fica linda com ciúmes. — Provocou. 

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

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

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

— Aquilo não foi nada demais. — Começou. 

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

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

— Estava? 

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

— Tem? 

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

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

— E eu sou seu.

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[mieluscious]

keep touching. zayne

ෆ pairings : zayne x female reader

ෆ genre : smut, pwp

ෆ word count : 2k6

ෆ warnings : mdni. switch!zayne, switch!reader, fluff, teasing, fingering, biting, mark kink, unprotected sex, handjob, rough sex, slight spanking, oral sex (m. received), wall sex, squirting, zayne is full of surprises (hihihi), they are both so whipped for each other . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

you were showering, humming under the hot water, when you felt two hands slide over your hips behind you. you smiled as you felt zayne rest his forehead against your shoulder. 

"you're up early today." he nodded and kissed the skin below your ear, making you blush.

"i have to go to the hospital i've been called to pick up some files." he yawned against your neck and you ran a hand through his hair, gently stroking his head. 

"you're doing a great job, baby." you tilted your head to the side when you felt his breath against your ear. his hands went up to your belly, which he rubbed with the soap that was on your body. "you're a good doctor." he smiled lightly against your ear and you turned around to face him.

"i'm still a bit sleepy." you placed your hand on his cheek and he leaned his face towards yours, zayne was so much taller than you if anyone witnessed the scene they wouldn't even be able to guess that you were hidden against his chest. 

"yeah, i can see that in your pretty eyes." you flushed when you felt the tip of his nose touch yours, his eyes never letting you out of his sight. zayne loved seeing you blush it made you look so cute and there was nothing that could make him happier. both of his hands gently grasped your face and you squealed softly as you felt his thumbs caress your rosy cheeks.

"cute." zayne's face was hardly expressive to most of the people, but you knew exactly what he was thinking behind that wall of ice. his fingers slid to your red ears, which he pinched, making you mewl.

"d-don't tease." his eyes fell back into yours, which were slightly glassy. "you have to go to work." you placed your hand on his chest and grabbed a bottle of shower gel with the other, pouring a small amount in your palm as he continued to play with your sensitive ears without saying anything. you slid your soap-filled palms against his stomach and rubbed gently.

"are you trying to get rid of me?" you mewled louder, catching his waist as you felt the tips of his thumbnails dig into the skin of your ears. you pressed your breasts against his chest and opened your mouth to try to speak when he took the opportunity to lick your lips, looking straight into your eyes.

you pouted and an idea crossed your mind, wanting revenge you slid your hands up his chest and pinched his nipples. you smiled when you noticed a sparkle in his cold eyes, his lips spread and an evil little chuckle escaped your pretty lips.

"i saw you flinch." you lifted your chin proudly under his watchful gaze and pinched his buds again, but this time you were the one who gasped when he suddenly pressed you against the cold shower wall.

"z-zay-" you watched him place his forearms on either side of your head against the wall while his forehead rested against yours, his cold eyes met your glassy ones once again. 

"keep touching them." your lips parted to let out a moan as you felt something hard against your belly, but you didn't look down, knowing full well what it was. zayne's gaze was almost pleading, and the desire to please him slowly overcame you. your pretty hands suddenly grasped his pecs, making him gasp softly as your thumbs squeezed his buds in a rotating motion. 

“does it feel good ?” a groan escaped his lips as you brought two of your fingers to your lips, sucking them under his burning gaze. a stream of drool connected between your lips and fingers as you removed them from your mouth and pressed them back on his swollen nipple before grinding your belly against his, giving his cock a rub. zayne suddenly  thrust against you making himself moan louder above your ear.

“fucking good.” you smiled as you leaned your head back against the wall, zayne was definitely not the type to swear and it was when naughty words came out from between his pretty lips that you could tell he was really enjoying what you were doing to him. 

you pinched his swollen nipples harder and he pressed his forehead to yours again, panting loudly against your glossy lips. a little "fuck" echoed against the damp bathroom walls and his veiny hand grabbed the underside of one of your thighs pulling it up against his hip, you groaned and caught his bottom lip between your teeth as you felt the tip of his cock slap against your clit. his other hand slid down your back and grabbed your ass before slapping it. zayne looked down on you with a smirk.

“don’t get too naughty.” zayne was so excited he could barely keep his eyes open and his half open mouth made you want to bite it until it bled. he was so fucking hot it was driving you crazy. 

you felt the tip of his cock slide into your entrance and you slapped his chest rubbing his bud reddened and swollen by your caresses. zayne threw his head back and a guttural groan escaped his lips, which he bit down on in embarrassment. your eyes slowly widened in disbelief, you'd never seen zayne in such a state, and it was the first time you'd heard him moan like that. your wetness ran down his cock, seeing him so submissive turned you on so much that you didn't want him to go to work anymore, you wanted to push him over the edge even more. you wanted to see more.

“i’m sorry.” his voice was just a poor sigh, you could feel that he was about to explode even though you hadn't done anything yet. he bent his head into your neck and rested his forehead against your shoulder. “i don't know what's happening to me.” you slid your hand up his neck and gently caressed his skin with your thumb. you brought your lips to his ear, which flushed as your warm breath fell on it.

“don’t be sorry, baby.” you slid your tongue against his ear and he suddenly pushed his hips against yours, thrusting his tip a little further into you, making you both moan. “let me take care of you. what do you want ?” zayne grunted louder as he felt your other hand slide down his torso until it reached his cock, which you grasped firmly. “you wanna fuck ?” he straightened his face and pushed you further against the wall, his hands grabbing your ass which he clasped tightly between his veiny hands. his nose touched yours, and his lips caressed yours.

“i want you to ruin me.” his words were so naughty and yet his gaze was so serious and cold. zayne was definitely a man full of surprises. “make me scream.” an evil smile played on your lips. “mark me, make sure everyone knows i belong to you.” you started jerking his cock gently under his envious eyes, the tip still inside you. he was panting against your lips, moving his hips in time with your hand. the tip of his tongue caressed your upper lip and you just couldn't take your eyes off each other. seeing him take so much pleasure for so little made you obsess over his every reaction. and it's when you start jerking him off harder that a growl comes out from deep in his throat. he threw back his head and his cold eyes met yours again. his lips spread wider at the pressure of your hand on his length. he was a panting mess. “fuuuck. yes faster- blow me away.” 

it was too much to handle, you couldn’t contain the urge to ruin him. you suddenly let go of his cock and pushed him making him back off, a deep moan escaping from between his lips as he felt his back slam heavily against the cold wall opposite you. you fell to your knees in front of him and grabbed his cock again before slapping the tip several times on your tongue, a growl escaped his lips and his teeth caught his bottom lip at sight of you being so wild for him.

you gobbled one of his balls and began to lick up its length before spitting on the tip of his cock. letting your drool run down to his balls. zayne slid his hand through your wet hair and you slapped the tip of his cock on your tongue again just to hear him moan even louder under your dark gaze. you caught his tip between your lips and sucked hard, sliding your hands over his lower stomach. you almost smiled as you felt him tremble under your fingers, one of your hands slipped over his hip while the other went up to his right nipple, which you pinched hard, making him hiss and thrust his cock deeper into your mouth, almost choking you on it. zayne grabbed your wrist to hold it in place against his chest as he rocked his hips forward watching your pretty lips close around him with each thrust. 

“so good. so fucking good. take it please.” zayne became more and more vulgar each time he was close to cumming. you pushed his hip against the wall and suddenly engulfed his cock deep in your throat, your nose touching his pelvis. zayne threw his head back against the wall and pushed harder into your mouth as you choked on his cock. he was a moaning mess, the wet sucking noises bouncing against the walls turned him on even more, and hearing him scream his pleasure drove you just as crazy. you massaged his nipple harder and his grip on your hair tightened. “fuck. stop i’m gonna-” you grabbed his hip firmly and started bobbing your head along his veiny fat cock. he was so close and his groans that echoed in your ear changed into whines of desperation. 

you were sucking loudly on his tip when you raised your face to his, his cock slid from between your lips and your chin. you began to kiss his length under his feverish gaze and slapped his sensitive member against his stomach staining his skin with his own cum. your hand slipped from his hip to grab his length which you stroke slowly before licking his own cum off his abs. his cold eyes fell on your cum-covered tongue.

“does it feel good zayne ? wanna cum in my mouth ?” a grunt escaped him as his eyes then fell on your throat, which swallowed his juice. you were literally drooling over his cock, a mixture of saliva and his precum running down your chin. you were so dirty to him, just to him, and it drove him crazy. 

“stop looking at me like that. you'll be the death of me.” zayne suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you upright in front of him, bringing your face close to his and catching your mouth with his own, tasting himself on your lips. you wrapped your arms around his neck as his lips sucked at your tongue before you sloppily twirled it around against his. you moaned into his mouth as you felt him grab your ass before lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips. zayne sucked your bottom lip before letting go in a loud "pop". “i’m gonna cum in this wet fucking pussy.” you mewled louder as you heard him swear, coming from him it excited you so much, he was usually so serious and calm and seeing him lose control made you wetter than you already were. he suddenly pinned you against the wall and shoved his cock inside you without warning causing you to throw your head back with loud moans. the pornographic sound of heated flesh echoed upon the bathroom, and you closed your eyes in bliss savoring the warmth of his length as he was rocking inside you like an animal. 

“f-fuck…zayne..so good-” you let out a high pitched whine as you felt yourself already on edge. your pussy clenching as it gushed around is cock, coating his thighs in your wetness. one of his hands left your ass to grab your throat and your hands grabbed his hair hard as you shook like a leaf against him. “y-you’re too fucking good with your d-dick fuck-” zayne's cold gaze locked with yours and you could feel that his energy was different from before, he'd had enough of being submissive, he'd taken back control and was going to show you how it's done. his thumb slipped into your mouth and the sensation of your wet tongue on his thumb made him grunt louder. his thumb slipped over one of your canines and you smiled arrogantly as his mouth parted wider. a sparkle flickered in his eyes at the sight of your smile and his grip on your throat tightened.

“i married such a naughty woman.” you tightened your walls around his cock making him thrust harder inside you. his pelvis pressed against yours, pushing you more against the wall, he grabbed the underside of your thigh and lifted it against your chest, opening you up a little more for him. his forehead pressed against yours and his sharp eyes never left your glassy ones. “such a wicked little woman who likes to torture me.” you let out a cracked moan as his thrusts became sloppy, his balls slapping loudly against your ass. your mouth opened wider as he brought his face close to yours, his tongue licked your lips and you mewled lewdly as his hand left your throat to grab your sensitive ear.

“n-no…not my-” you startled when he pinched it hard, making you cry out against his lips. zayne's cold eyes roamed over your face, savoring your facial expression. little tears rolled down your pretty cheeks as his cock were bullying your tight pussy and he couldn't stop himself from fucking you harder when he saw your desperate look and your pretty lips begging him to kiss them. “m-mean-” your stomach tightening as his cock kept hitting your sensitive spot. “c-cumming..z-zayne so good-” a stream of yes’s escaped from your glossy lips  as he suddenly lifted your ass with both hands before thrusting roughly into you, his balls slapping against your cheeks louder than before. zayne was panting so fucking loudly against your lips and you couldn't hold on any longer you screamed as you came around his cock, squirting all over him and on the floor. 

“yes just like that, cum for me. fuck-” he threw his head back as you plunged your face against his neck before sinking your sharp teeth into his tender skin, marking him as yours. “argh yes keep biting me. let me breed this pussy-” he thrust hard one last time before moaning almost desperately as he spilled thick ropes of cum inside you painting your gummy walls like you love. 

only your loud breathing could be heard in the room, and you smiled as you slid your hands up his torso, pressing your back against the wall, admiring the marks of your teeth on his neck. zayne remained silent, still trying to catch his breath after his orgasm, his eyes still locked in yours. you tilted your head to one side, biting your lower lip. 

“you're so pretty with my mark on you. can’t wait for your coworkers to see it.” a smile played on his lips. 

you were such a little demon.

© 𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 ! 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞 — 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ☆⌒(>。<)

[harrys-yellow-snow]

perfect - an h.s one shot °•. ✿ .•°

PART ONE

word count: 2.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

She refused to answer.

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

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

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

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

“It’s been months–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I appreciate that,” Nova replied.

“Call me when you’re ready to go.”

[punksdoll]

hii! i requested the long sami and kevin imagine and you made it everything i wanted it to be and more!! thank u!!

can i request a sami zayn x reader x kevin owens x jey uso fanfic (platonic) where you accidentally get injured from a bad bump in a match but have a title shot next week so if u know you tell anyone they’ll scrap the match. So u try to hide ur injury and almost make it to the next week but jeys the one who finds out (also cause ur a bad liar lol). and they make u go to the medic and kev calls you an idiot for not taking care of yourself but they comfort you and force you to go home and rest. and jey tells you to never do that again.

~~~𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒋𝒂~~~

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𝑱𝒆𝒚 𝑼𝒔𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑲𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒊’𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒇𝒄<𝟑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅<𝟑𝟑𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑, 𝒌𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 (𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.), 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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Y/n lets out a shout as she is slammed down, horribly, over the barricade. She feels her back bending in a way that she most definitely knows it’s not supposed to bend. Y/n plops down onto the floor and takes in shaky breaths as she tries to push through the match. She can feel the pain stabbing her back as she slides into the ring and starts fighting, weakly.

“This is MY title shot!” Liv shouts in her face as she gets y/n prepared for her finisher.

Y/n groans and catches Liv and gives her a power bomb, hurting her back even more as she throws her arm over Liv. Catching the win.

•••

Y/n makes her way backstage, limping as she holds her back. She had just gotten herself a title shot yet her back was hurting her like a bitch. She had two options.

Get to the medical room and find out you fucked up your back which makes you not be able to compete for the title against Rhea. Or, shut the fuck up and suck it up until next week.

“The latter…” Y/n huffs as she leans against a wall and slowly lets herself slide down, her body tensed as hell.

“There you are,” Sami walks over with Kevin and Jey behind him. Y/n notices them and quickly gets up, biting down on her lip hard to hold in the groan as she tries to get herself to untense.

“Hi.” Y/n says through gritted teeth as she sends them a teeth smile as she stands herself up straight.

Kevin looks at her weirdly, “you ok?”

“I’m great.” Y/n lies through her teeth as she keeps herself straight.

“Why you standing like that…?” Jey looks at her warily.

“Trying to get my back straight…you know?” Y/n replies with a nod.

“Is your back ok?” Sami asks worriedly, “did you do something to it during your match?”

“Nah, I just seen someone hunch and it just made me stand up straighter.” Y/n lies again as she looks at all three of them.

“Uh huh…” Jey looks her up and down. “When’s your title shot?”

“Next week…” Y/n nods, “against Rhea.”

“you want us to accompany you to the ring?” Sami asks, “we know the JD will be there, so just in case.”

“Speaking of accompany,” Kevin point at y/n, “you should show up when Rhea interferes, it’ll rise up your new found rivalry.”

Y/n immediately shakes her head, “i’m pretty tired, i think i’m just gonna go back to my hotel room and take a nap.” y/n shrugs.

She was lying but she was also telling the truth. She isn’t tired. But she does want to go back to her hotel room and rest herself because of how tense her back is.

“You sure?” Jey questions, narrowing his eyes.

“So very positive, see ya!” Y/n rushes away as best as she could as she sucks up the pain.

They watch as she limps away, having a hand on her back.

•••

Jey is watching y/n with narrowed eyes as she walks tensely and slowly around the gym. He had forced her to join them to work out together since she’s been going against their “tradition” and making up excuses like…

“I’m too tired…”

“My body hurts…”

“I have a headache…”

“My stomach hurts…”

etcetera etcetera etcetera

This time, Jey was done with the excuses and forced her in here. Now he was concerned as she barely pushed herself to the limit. Usually she does.

“Yo y/n you good?” Jey calls over as he pushes his legs up on the gym equipment. “You look tense as hell.”

Y/n glances over at him and nods, “i’m fine…” her voice cracks and she immediately clears her voice, “i’m fine.”

Sami and Kevin look at Jey who narrows his eyes as he gets off the equipment and walks over to her, “you’re lying.” Jey says, “you’ve been lying for awhile about that.”

“What are you talking about?” Sami looks at Jey who gives them a look.

“She always say yes when she is asked to accompany one of us. She said no and she never says no. She can a stupid excuse too about why she is having her back so straight…it’s been set straight for almost half of this week. Not to mention how you’ve been limping and holding onto your back all the time. And the excuses? Don’t get me started.”

Y/n, Sami, and Kevin all stare at him. “How…” y/n mumbles.

“You’re a horrible liar.” Jey raises an eyebrow.

Kevin and Sami stare at her, “relax yourself.” Kevin demands as he walks over to her.

“I can’t…” y/n frowns.

“So something is wrong? You lied to me when i asked if you did something to it on Monday.” Sami frowns.

“Where are you injured?” Kevin asks.

“My back…” y/n sighs as she sees there is no more use in lying as Jey just called her out on everything she’s been doing this past week. “I was thrown on the barricade horribly. My back bent.”

Sami’s eyes widened, “you need to get that check out immediately y/n.”

“you are such a…” Kevin starts pushing her towards the exit as Jey and Sami both grab all their stuffs, “Pen…te…ha.” Kevin says slowly, “an idiot.”

“You are so white.” Y/n grunts as she feels his hand pushing on her back, “that hurtss…” she whines.

“it wouldn’t be hurting if you took care of yourself y/n.” Kevin scolds as he forces her to walk to medical.

“why didn’t you tell us?” Sami asks.

“Because I knew i would be taken off the match for the title…I really wanted to partake in that.” Y/n frowns as they walk into medical, forcing her to sit down on the bed as the nurse starts checking her over.

“When’d you hurt it?” The nurse asks her.

“Monday…” Y/n mumbles as she looks down and swings her legs around.

The nurse gets up and lifts her shirt up to show her back, “i’m going to press on it, tell me where it hurts.”

The nurse barely even touched her before y/n is immediately tensing even more and trying to subtly move away, “it hurts it hurts.”

The nurse nods and takes that note down, “you won’t be in the match. i’ll be sure to let them know and get you an ambulance over because that seems very serious.” The nurse says before walking out.

Y/n feels all three glares at her, making her shrink. Sami and Jey walk over to her and forces her to lay down, laying her down slowly. “you’re really stupid.” Kevin shakes his head, “I cannot believe you didn’t tell us sooner.”

“When that ambulance comes and your clear, your going home and your going to rest.” Sami scolds, “and we do not want to hear you complain. you can get your title match when you are fully healed and fully rested.”

“but the mat-“

“If i hear one more word about the match, you’re never coming back.” Kevin threatens making y/n frown.

“Just don’t do it again and this won’t happen, again.” Jey shrugs.

Y/n narrows her eyes at all of them, “I don’t like any of you right now.”

“Quite frankly, i don’t give a shit.”

[crxssjae]

WRESTLING MASTERLIST

╰☆☆💐= Fluff 🌶️= Smut, 18+ 💧= Angst ☄️= Series 📕= Collection☆☆╮

『One-Shot(s)』

Wrestling Family (📕): (AO3)

『SamiJey/JeySami』

Green Tea & Honey (💐📕): (AO3) (Wattpad)

All Night (🌶️📕, 18+ only): (AO3)

Multi-Chapter Fics (☄️)

『Centon』

Drop Dead Truth (🌶️ 💧18+ only) coming soon...

『Stories』

coming soon...

『Headcanons』

Cody Rhodes: Bi!Cody Rhodes

Sami Zayn: Bi!Sami Zayn | Vampire AU (Samijey)

[little-big-fan]

Preference - One Direction

Tema: Ele precisa de uma "ajudinha"

Aviso: conteúdo sexualmente explícito, linguagem de baixo calão, +18

Zayn

Joguei o corpo para trás, exclamando uma série de palavrões. Precisava entregar aquele arranjo ainda hoje, mas nenhuma das minhas ideias parecia boa o suficiente.

Fiz e refiz uma dezena de vezes e sempre parecia medíocre.

— Talvez um banho me ajude. — Resmunguei para mim mesmo, me erguendo na cadeira onde estive nas últimas horas.

Meu corpo inteiro reclamava de estar praticamente na mesma posição há tanto tempo.

Entrei no quarto em silêncio, sabendo que S\N devia estar dormindo, já que recém estava amanhecendo.

Vestindo apenas uma camiseta minha e uma camiseta minúscula, minha garota respirava de forma lenta. Abraçando o meu travesseiro, como se fosse eu quem estivesse ali a acompanhando.

Não deixava de me sentir culpado por não poder dar a devida atenção à minha namorada. Mas tinha um prazo a cumprir.

Tirei minhas roupas e as joguei de qualquer jeito no chão do banheiro. Liguei o chuveiro quente e deixei que a água relaxasse meus músculos. Não sei quanto tempo fiquei com os olhos fechados, apenas aproveitando a sensação.

— Amor? — Uma S\N sonolenta chamou da porta do banheiro. — Está tudo bem? — Ouvi seu bocejar.

— Sim. Eu só precisava relaxar um pouco.

O box de vidro estava embaçado, mas eu podia ver sua silhueta, tirando a camiseta do corpo e baixando a calcinha. A porta foi aberta e minha garota me deu um sorrisinho, como quem pedisse permissão. Chamei-a com o indicador.

Dei um passo para o lado, deixando que ela molhasse o próprio corpo, e me perdendo nas gotas de água que desciam por sua pele.

Faziam dias que sequer nos tocávamos direito. Que eu apenas deitava na cama, exausto e apagava.

E, por mais que estivesse bem cansado agora, meu pau parecia discordar de mim.

S\N jogou a cabeça para trás, molhando os cabelos compridos com os olhos fechados. Deixando o pescoço esguio totalmente à mostra.

— Conseguiu terminar o arranjo? — Perguntou ainda com os olhos fechados.

— Ainda não. — Minha voz saiu mais grossa que o normal, o que a fez me encarar.

Os olhos castanhos desceram pelo meu corpo, parando exatamente na parte que implorava por atenção. Não consegui deixar de me sentir levemente envergonhado, ela não havia entrado lá para esse tipo de coisa, provavelmente só queria passar algum tempo comigo.

Mas o sorriso sacana que se abriu nos lábios avermelhados fizeram meu íntimo ter um espasmo.

— Você precisa relaxar, hum? — Falou baixinho. — Quer ajuda? — Acenei com a cabeça. Não sabia o que ela pretendia, mas estava completamente sedento.

S\N desligou o chuveiro, me empurrando pelos ombros até que encostasse na parede fria. Encarei seus movimentos, totalmente transtornado enquanto ela se colocava de joelhos. Lambendo os próprios lábios antes de me fitar com os olhos cheios de uma falsa inocência.

A mão pequena me tomou, me fazendo arrepiar. Não consigo desviar os olhos de sua figura, capturando o momento exato em que ela coloca a língua toda para fora, pincelando meu pau como a porra de um pirulito.

Encosto a cabeça na parede, sem conseguir segurar o gemido que me escapa.

Sem aviso prévio, S\N me toma com a boca. Engolindo tudo que pode.

— Caralho. — Resmungo.

Os sons molhados e de sucção são a perdição, assim como a sensação de sua boca quente à minha volta.

Ela me chupa de forma lenta, se deliciando e me levando ao limite. Embrenho uma das mãos entre os cabelos úmidos, guiando sua boca perfeita em um ritmo mais rápido.

A cena à minha frente é suja.

Minha garota de joelhos no chão do banheiro, os pingos de água escorrendo por sua pele, os mamilos duros em puxa excitação e a boca que me engole com devoção.

Sinto um orgasmo se formando aos poucos e perco totalmente o controle. Enfiando até bater em sua garganta. Lágrimas se formam nos olhos castanhos, mas S\N geme.

Fazendo sua boca tremer e reverberar em todo o meu corpo.

Afasto seu rosto, segurando ao máximo. Mas ela nega com a cabeça, segurando minhas coxas para que eu não me movesse.

— Amor, não vou conseguir segurar. — Aviso quase sem fôlego.

— Não se segure. Quero sentir você. — Ela sorri com os lábios inchados e volta a me abocanhar, com ainda mais vontade.

Jogo a cabeça para trás, revirando os olhos e gemendo alto quando o orgasmo me atinge. Mas ela não para. Engolindo até a última gota, sem deixar nada escapar.

Orgulhosa, ela se levanta. Limpando os resquícios do meu gosto com a língua.

— Me deixa cuidar de você. — Sussurrei me aproximando, mas ela liga o chuveiro.

— Não. Sua nova meta agora é terminar o arranjo. Quando estiver pronto, vai poder fazer o que quiser comigo. — Piscou um olho.

De repente o prazo já não me preocupa mais. Tudo que eu quero é terminar aquela merda e foder a minha mulher até perder os sentidos.

Liam

Equilibrei a bandeja com lanches em apenas um braço enquanto abria a porta do estúdio improvisando, fazendo o meu melhor para não fazer nenhum barulho.

— Amor? — Chamei baixinho, quando vi que Liami não estava gravando nada. Ele girou a cadeira de rodinhas em minha direção, me dando um sorriso cansado.

Já faziam duas semanas que ele trabalhava sem parar em seu álbum.

Entrei no estúdio, largando minha bandeja na mesinha de canto e indo em sua direção. Passei as mãos em seus ombros, fazendo uma pequena massagem. Liam curvou o corpo para a frente, encostando o rosto em meu peito, aproveitando o carinho.

— Posso fazer algo para ajudar? — Ofereci. Ele abriu apenas um olho, erguendo levemente o rosto para me olhar.

— Um abraço e um beijo bem gostoso? — Pediu fazendo beicinho, o que me fez rir.

Tomei o rosto lindo entre as mãos, tocando meus lábios nos seus de forma leve. Mas, ele não pareceu satisfeito, me puxando para sentar em seu colo e aprofundando o beijo com sua língua quente.

A cadeira se moveu com o peso extra, mas ele pareceu não se importar. Segurando minha cintura com força enquanto sua língua explorava cada cantinho da minha boca. Soltei um gemido involuntário. Minha menstruação havia acabado há poucos dias e eu estava mais do que sensível.

Senti quando ele sorriu durante o beijo, me puxando mais para baixo e pressionando a ereção crescente contra mim.

— Preciso tanto de você, babe. — Sussurrou, desviando seus beijos para meu pescoço.

— Mas e o álbum? — Perguntei com dificuldade.

— Pode esperar um pouquinho. — Afirmou.

Sem dificuldade nenhuma, Liam se ergueu comigo no colo, segurando minhas coxas para apoiar meu peso. Seu corpo estava muito diferente desde que havia voltado a frequentar a academia, ele estava mais forte e sua condição física estava muito maior.

Por mais que entendesse seu empenho com o álbum, ficávamos longe por tempo demais e parecia que a chama entre não precisava de mais do que um beijo para virar brasa.

Ele me carregou até o sofá de couro no canto do estúdio, sentando comigo ainda por cima.

Movi meu quadril, soltando um suspiro alto.

Liam parecia não conseguir esperar. Ele ergueu o quadril, empurrando a calça de moletom e a cueca em um único movimento.

Enfiando a mão por baixo do vestido florido que me cobria, ele sorriu ao sentir o tecido fino da calcinha completamente ensopado.

Ele passeou com os dedos longos por ali, separando minha carne e me fazendo soluçar com os espasmos que me atingiam.

— Pare de provocar. — Implorei.

Os olhos castanhos tinham um brilho diferente. Sem esperar que eu pedisse uma segunda vez, o homem enganchou o indicador em minha calcinha, afastando-a para o lado o suficiente para que tivesse acesso.

Era impossível não gemer toda vez que ele me preenchia. Era sempre como a primeira vez. Tão bom, tão quente…

— Tão apertada, amor… — Sussurrou em meu ouvido, fazendo a um caminho molhado pelo meu pescoço com sua língua.

Eu adorava a dualidade dele. Um amor de pessoa com os fãs, o amigo legal.

E o lado que apenas eu conhecia, o pervertido.

Comecei a movimentar meu corpo para cima e para baixo, intercalando com algumas reboladas, como eu sabia que ele adorava. Em resposta, Liam mordeu meu queixo e desferiu um tapa ardido em minha bunda, me fazendo ir ainda mais rápido.

— Gostosa. — Murmurou. — Assim mesmo.

O vestido começava a me incomodar, mas eu não deixaria que aquilo atrapalhasse. Estava tão molhada que sabia que ele podia sentir escorrer em seu pau. Apoiei as duas mãos em seus ombros, pegando ainda mais impulso e fazendo com que ele soltasse uma série de palavrões, misturados a gemidos.

— Porra, linda… você é tão boa. — Murmurou. Os cabelos meio curtos grudaram no suor de sua testa e a expressão de prazer que se formava em seu rosto era o suficiente para me enlouquecer ainda mais.

Liam passou um braço em minha cintura, trocando nossas posições sem dificuldade nenhuma no sofá. Ele me puxou pelas coxas, fazendo com que minhas pernas ficassem bem abertas e voltou a entrar.

Joguei a cabeça entre as almofadas. Quase derretendo em tanto prazer.

Quanto mais minha sanidade me abandonava, mais ele metia.

O som de nossas peles se batendo preenchiam o pequeno estúdio, assim como nossas lamúrias de puro tesão.

O orgasmo me atingiu sem aviso prévio, me fazendo gritar e apertar a camiseta que ele ainda vestia. Minhas paredes apertavam junto com os espasmos que meu corpo sofria e não demorou muito para que o corpo forte desmoronasse sobre o meu, jorrando forte a ponto de escorrer para fora.

Liam sorriu satisfeito, deixando um selinho demorado em meus lábios antes de desfazer nosso encaixe.

— Eu amo você. — Sussurrou, ainda sem fôlego.

— Amo você. — Respondi, sem forças.

Niall

— Ah, sim. Perfeito. — Murmurei depois de ouvir uma longa explicação sobre o novo patrocínio.

Já faziam quase duas horas que estávamos em reunião, depois de longas horas de ensaio. Estava exausto. Só conseguia pensar no quanto queria comer alguma coisa e ir descansar.

Meu celular vibrou no bolso da calça e aproveitei que o homem engravatado havia engatado em uma conversa com meu agente.

A foto que S/N havia mandado enviou um recado direto para meu pau dentro da calça. Não era nada além do que ela costumava fazer.

Uma foto sua dentro de um provador, perguntando se eu gostava do vestido que havia acabado de comprar.

O tecido vermelho não era revelador demais, terminava no meio de suas coxas e o decote redondo salientava os seios deliciosos.

Não respondi, apenas me despedi daqueles que estavam na mesa inventando ter um outro compromisso que não poderia esperar e saí de lá o mais rápido possível, fazendo o meu melhor para esconder a ereção que havia dentro da calça.

Assim que entrei em meu apartamento, caminhei em passos largos até a cozinha. S/N cozinhava distraída, usando seu novo vestido.

Me aproximei lentamente, sem que ela notasse e segurei sua cintura. Minha namorada deu um pulinho de susto e sorriu ao me ver.

— Amor, achei que chegaria mais tarde. — Falou desligando o fogão e se virando para me abraçar.

Sem conseguir esperar mais, ataquei sua boca com a minha. Como sempre, minha garota correspondeu, embrenhando os dedos em meus cabelos e puxando alguns fios com delicadeza.

— O que foi isso? — Perguntou baixinho, ainda com os olhos fechados.

— Você não tem noção de como sua foto me deixou. — Sussurrei em seu ouvido antes de morder o lóbulo.

— A foto? Mas não tinha nada demais… — Suspirou ao sentir que minhas mãos apertavam sua bunda.

— Você ficou tão gostosa nesse vestido, meu amor. Não consegui pensar em mais nada além de vir aqui e te comer bem gostoso. — A pele de seu pescoço arrepiou, me fazendo sorrir.

Puxei o corpo da garota para cima do meu, caminhando com ela até o nosso quarto.

Não consigo pensar direito, o tesão corre solto em minhas veias.

Ataco sua boca com a minha antes de jogar seu corpo sobre o colchão. S\N solta um gritinho de surpresa, mas o sorriso sacana que se abre em sua boca mostra que ela está gostando.

Puxo os dois lados da minha camisa, fazendo os botões voarem por todo o quarto. Tiro o cinto e jogo a calça social longe, junto com a cueca. Não estou em condições mentais para aguentar joguinhos. S\N leva as mãos até a barra do vestido.

— Fica com ele. — Peço, fazendo-a assentir.

Subi na cama, caminhando de joelhos em sua direção. Enfiei as mãos por baixo do vestido, puxando a calcinha minúscula para fora.

O ar parece quente ao entrar em meu pulmão, o calor é insuportável. S/N coloca uma das mãos pequenas em meu peito, me empurrando para sentar e então vindo para cima de mim, passando uma perna de cada lado do meu corpo.

Puxo o decote do vestido para baixo, libertando seus seios mas aprisionando um entre meus lábios em seguida. Ela embala a cintura para a frente, esfregando minha glande pelo entrada molhada e me fazendo gemer contra a sua pele.

— Não brinca comigo, amor. — Avisei.

Não preciso dizer mais nada. S/N coloca a mão entre nossos corpos, me encaixando antes de afundar em meu colo. Reviro os olhos com o aperto, impulsionando o corpo para cima.

Nosso encaixe não é nada delicado. S/N praticamente pula em mim, gemendo alto e jogando a cabeça para trás. Eu ergo o vestido, fazendo com que fique embolado em sua cintura, e a imagem de como meu pau a preenche me deixa ainda mais sem controle. Afundo os dedos em sua cintura, metendo o mais forte que posso. S/N segura meus ombros, sorrisos misturados a gemidos.

O orgasmo atinge a nós dois sem nenhum aviso. Ela deixa seu corpo cair sobre o meu e eu enfio o rosto em seu pescoço. A corrente elétrica ainda percorre nossos corpos, tentamos encontrar o ar depois de tudo aquilo.

— Como foi a reunião? — Ela pergunta com um sorriso debochado.

— Eu não lembro. — Respondo com sinceridade.

Harry

Acordo assustada quando Harry sai da cama praticamente correndo. Ele parece esquecer que eu dormia em seu braço quando simplesmente se levantou de qualquer jeito.

— Amor? — Chamei ainda cheia de sono, fazendo-o para no caminho para o banheiro. — Está tudo bem?

— E-está. — Responde, mas o fato de gaguejar deixa claro que é uma mentira.

— O que aconteceu? — Sento na cama e ligo o abajur, iluminando o ambiente. — Teve um pesadelo?

— N-não.

— Amor, me deixa te ajudar. — Falo ainda encarando suas costas.

— Ah, porra. — Resmunga, me surpreendendo, já que ele raramente fala palavrão.

Levanto da cama, tocando em seus ombros, mas Harry se esquiva.

— O que está acontecendo, Styles? — Reclamo. O homem solta um suspiro alto, virando em minha direção finalmente. Seu rosto está completamente vermelho.

— Eu estava sonhando com você, okay? — Murmura, sem encarar meu rosto.

— E isso é ruim? — Pergunto ainda sem entender.

— Não, mas, é vergonhoso. — Bufa.

— Vergonhoso por que? — Franzo as sobrancelhas, confusa. Mas qualquer confusão some quando vejo o volume que preenche sua calça de moletom. — Oh…

— Desculpa, amor. — Ele suspira. — Eu vou tomar um banho e já… — Harry começa a se afastar, mas eu seguro seu pulso. Ele me encara, os olhos arregalados.

Por mais que sua personalidade expansiva não deixasse transparecer em frente aos outros, Harry era extremamente tímido para algumas coisas. Talvez fosse o fato de que cada passo que ele desse fosse sempre tão vigiado, mas, às vezes ele sequer conseguia aproveitar alguns momentos. E, mesmo que fosse extremamente carinhoso desde o começo do nosso relacionamento, há poucos meses, Harry não era o tipo que compartilhava suas fantasias ou falava obscenidades durante a transa. As poucas vezes que esse tipo de coisa aconteceu, havia bebida envolvida.

— Me conta sobre o sonho. — Pedi baixinho, puxando-o em direção da cama. Observei como seu pomo de adão subiu e desceu.

— A gente tava… — Começou, mas a timidez o tomou mais uma vez.

Sentamos lado a lado, e eu já podia sentir o calor começar a me tomar. Minhas mãos coçava para tocá-lo, mas não queria ultrapassar nenhum limite.

— Continua, meu bem. — Incentivei, colocando uma mão sobre seu joelho. Harry fechou os olhos e soltou um suspiro. — O que eu estava fazendo no seu sonho?

— Você estava… — Sussurrou a última parte, sendo impossível que eu ouvisse.

— Não entendi, meu amor. — Falei, com a voz um pouco mais manhosa, subindo a mão por sua coxa e sentindo os músculos enrijecendo.

— Porra. Você estava me chupando. — Não consigo conter o suspiro que me escapa. Isso é algo que nunca fizemos. — É nojento, me desculpa.

— Não acho nojento. — Murmuro, arrastando meu corpo para fora da cama. Styles observa cada uma da minhas movimentações. Paro a sua frente, ajoelhando entre suas pernas.

— O-o que está fazendo? — Pergunta baixinho, soltando um gemido estrangulado quando passo a mão em sua ereção por cima do moletom. Seguro a barra da calça, puxando-a para fora do seu corpo junto com a peça íntima. — V-você não precisa fazer isso. — Ele diz alto, nervoso.

— Eu quero. — Encarei seus olhos. — Não quer que eu te chupe, babe? — Tombei a cabeça para o lado, fingindo uma inocência que em nada combina com o meu atual estado.

— Ah, caralho. — Harry jogou o corpo um pouco para trás, apoiando o peso nos braços.

Com os olhos fixos aos seus, deixei um carinho por toda a extensão da carne dura e quente. Fazendo-o soltar todo o ar que prendia nos pulmões.

— Não respondeu a minha pergunta, H. — Passei a língua entre os lábios. — Quer que eu te chupe?

— Porra, eu quero.

Passo a língua pela cabeça avermelhada, seus suspiros preenchem meus ouvidos, me encorajando a continuar. Sugo a glande gorda, e vejo como Harry começa a perder o controle. Ele respira fora de ritmo e aperta o lençol entre os dedos.

— Tira isso. — Peço apontando para a camiseta branca que cobre seu peito. — Quero ver você.

Ele me obedece rápido, jogando a peça pelo ombro, me dando a visão privilegiada de seu peito, ombros e barriga. Os músculos estão tensos.

O levo até a boca mais uma vez, mas agora indo um pouco mais fundo. Harry solta um palavrão quando sente minha garganta. Não sei exatamente o ritmo que deveria estabelecer, então o chupo de forma lenta, saboreando seu gosto.

Styles leva uma das mãos até meu cabelo, enrolando em volta do pulso e me fazendo aumentar o ritmo. Seus olhos têm um brilho que eu nunca havia visto, mas estava adorando. Os lábios cheios estavam entreabertos, soltando gemidos, as sobrancelhas franzidas e uma camada fina de suor começava a se formar em sua testa.

Sinto quando ele fica ainda mais duro em minha boca, seu gosto ficando mais forte, misturado a minha saliva que escorre para fora.

— Para. — Disse, me afastando, me deixando confusa mais uma vez.

— Achei que estivesse gostando. — Sussurrei.

— Ah, eu estava adorando. — Falou com a respiração desregulada. — Mas agora, eu preciso foder você. — Me puxou pelos braços para a cama.

Um frio na barriga me atingiu. Harry nunca havia falado de forma tão explícita, e isso me fez escorrer ainda mais.

Ele parecia outra pessoa, completamente dominado pelo desejo.

Empurrando meu corpo pelo colchão, as mãos ágeis arrancando meu conjunto de pijama e a calcinha antes que eu pudesse sequer pensar em fazê-lo. Então ele me empurra mais uma fez, fazendo ajoelhar em frente a cabeceira da cama, colocando minhas mãos ali como apoio. Sinto o calor de seu corpo em minhas costas, mesmo que ele não me toque.

— Me avise se for demais. — Sussurra em meu ouvido, deixando um beijinho em meu ombro.

Um arrepio percorre minha pele com a promessa silenciosa da melhor transa da minha vida.

Harry leva a mão até minha cintura, me fazendo empinar em sua direção. Ele me provoca, esfregando a glande em minha entrada. Empino mais e resmungo, fazendo-o soltar uma risadinha rouca.

Estou pronta para xingá-lo pela provocação, quando sinto seu membro me preencher por inteiro de uma vez. Solto um grito, minhas paredes o apertam e eu solto a cabeça para a frente. Ele fica alguns segundos parado, para que eu me recupere da surpresa, mas então começa a investir com violência.

Sua pele bate contra a minha, causando estalos tão altos quanto os nossos gemidos. Uma das mãos segura meu seio, brincando com o meu mamilo entre os dedos.

— Você é tão gostosa, bebê. — Sussurra, a voz rouca como nunca antes. — Você desperta um lado meu que eu não sabia que existia.

— Qual? — Pergunto com dificuldade. Ele mantém o ritmo alucinante, fazendo minhas pernas tremerem.

— O pervertido. Porra, eu quero estar dentro de você o tempo todo. — Confessa. — Eu chego a sonhar com você, S\N. Te comendo em todas as posições possíveis.

— Haz. — Gemo e ele afunda ainda mais os dedos em minha cintura.

— Eu tento me segurar ao seu lado, mas, porra, você é tão boa, amor. — Deixa beijos em meu pescoço. — Eu poderia te foder todos os dias pelo resto da vida, e mesmo assim sempre vou querer mais. O que fez comigo, garota? — Viro o rosto, para deixar um beijo em seus lábios.

Suas palavras obscenas, o ritmo enlouquecedor, as mãos em meu corpo, é tudo demais para aguentar. Me desmancho em seu corpo, gemendo seu nome alto e sinto quando Styles perde o restinho do controle, investindo ainda mais forte e gozando tão forte que uma parte escapa, pingando pela cama.

Sentamos na cama, completamente exaustos e saciados.

— Posso realizar seus sonhos sempre que quiser. — Falo, tentando esconder o sorriso que se forma em meus lábios.

— Vou contar com isso.

Louis

Duas semanas de repouso absoluto. Com exceção apenas de idade ao banheiro e com ajuda.

Essas eram as exatas palavras do médico após a lesão grave do meu namorado.

Fiquei completamente desesperada quando Lottie me ligou em uma noite qualquer para avisar que Louis havia se machucado durante o ensaio e eles estavam no hospital.

Os primeiros dias foram tranquilos, o o homem estava adorando ser "mimado". Mas foi no momento em que neguei sua primeira investida, lembrando que ele estava proibido de fazer esforços físicos que meu calvário começou.

Mesmo precisando ficar quase 24h em cima da cama, Tomlinson parecia estar subindo pelas paredes. E era difícil demais negá-lo quando eu também estava sedenta.

Ele fazia questão de fazer carinhos cheios de mãos bobas durante a madrugada, me provocar com beijos quentes demais e depois ficava frustados quando eu fugia para um banho frio.

A noite estava quente em Londres, e eu decidi dormir com minha camisola mais confortável. Saí do banho já pronta para deitar e vi como os azuis se ergueram do celular quando saí do banheiro.

— Puta que pariu, você quer me matar. — Pronunciou alto. A perna engessada permanecia na pequena torre de travesseiros, me lembrando que eu não podia ceder.

— Você já me viu com isso um monte de vezes, amor. — Lembrei.

— E em todas elas eu fiz questão de tirar! — Disse em puro desespero.

— Quer que eu troque?

— Eu quero que você venha aqui e me deixe te foder. — Caminhei até a cama, deixando um beijinho em seus lábios.

— Só mais uma semana, amor. — Prometi.

— Eu vou morrer até lá! — Bufou, afundando a cabeça no travesseiro.

— Quanto exagero. — Falei rindo.

— Exagero? Você sai desse banheiro com uma camisola minúscula, com esse corpo delicioso e espera que eu faça o que?

— Durma.

— Você me odeia. — Disse em uma expressão fechada, quase me fazendo rir.

— Você sabe que eu te amo.

— Se me amasse mesmo, me ajudaria com isso. — Um sorriso sacana se abriu em seus lábios quando ele pegou em meu pulso e largou minha mão sobre seu membro endurecido. Um arrepio percorreu minha coluna. — Preciso tanto de você, love. — Sussurrou, me fazendo fechar os olhos.

— Não, o médico disse...

— Que eu não posso fazer esforço físico. — Repetiu revirando os olhos. — Mas ele não disse nada sobre a mão e a boca da minha namorada deliciosa. — Sugeriu.

— Eu não sei...

— Prometo ficar quietinho. — Fez um beicinho.

Apertei seu pau sobre a cueca, fazendo-o soltar um gemido estrangulado. Já me sentia quente, estava louca por ele. Éramos um casal com a vida sexual extremamente ativa, um cenário onde passamos mais do que três dias sem sexo era improvável até agora.

— Promete?

— Prometo, amor. — Balançou a cabeça rápido.

Empurrei a cueca preta para baixo, vendo como seu pau pulou para fora e sentindo minha boca salivar.

Deixei alguns beijinhos por sua extensão, ouvindo suas lamúrias. Me sentia completamente quente com tudo aquilo. Engoli o máximo que consegui, usando minha mão para acariciar o resto.

— Me deixa te tocar, linda. — Sussurrou.

Tomando cuidado para me mover na cama sem mover sua perna machucada, ajoelhei próximo ao seu tronco, voltando a engolir seu membro. Louis soltou alguns gemidos, a mão grande erguendo minha camisola e se enchendo com a pele da minha bunda, logo depois deixando um tapa ardido, o que me faz gemer contra a sua pele. Ele empurra a cintura para cima, querendo ir mais fundo.

— Quieto. — Aviso, me afastando apenas o suficiente para conseguir falar.

Louis murmura algo em concordância, e então afasta o tecido da minha calcinha o suficiente para ter acesso à minha intimidade. Seus dedos separam minha carne, subindo e descendo devagarzinho. Solto o ar pelo nariz, com a boca cheia dele. Dois dedos me preenchem, indo fundo, lentamente, de forma torturante e deliciosa.

— Sua boceta é tão linda, amor. — Sussurra, me fazendo empinar ainda mais em sua direção. — Por quê não senta em mim, hum? — Viro para olhá-lo.

— Por mais que eu queira, isso pode machucar a sua perna. — Lamento.

— Foda-se isso, amor. Eu preciso de você. — Resmunga, manhoso.

— Lou…

— Se você não sentar no meu pau agora, eu juro que arranco esse gesso e te fodo sem dó. — Sua voz é firme, o tesão estampado em seu rosto deixa claro que ele fala sério.

— Você precisa ficar bem paradinho. — Avisei, passando as pernas em sua cintura.

— Anda logo! — Bufa, quase me fazendo rir.

Posiciono seu membro em minha entrada, nosso encaixe perfeito.

Não quero perder o controle. Não posso.

Mas, porra…

Tê-lo dentro de mim é bom demais.

Me movo lentamente, tomando o maior cuidado do mundo. Mas não parece o suficiente para Louis. Ele segura minha cintura, me fazendo subir e descer mais rápido. Tento reclamar, com medo de piorar sua situação, mas um tapa forte em minha bunda me cala.

Reviro os olhos, sentindo quando ele ignora completamente as ordens médicas e começa a investir contra mim.

— Porra, que saudade. — Ele fala com dificuldade. Seguro seus ombros com força, tentando controlar pelo menos um pouco a situação. Louis espalma as mãos em minha bunda, fazendo minha cintura ir para a frente e para trás.

Nossos movimentos se tornam ainda mais rápidos, a cama range e por um momento, não consigo pensar em seu ferimento.

Tomlinson ergue o tronco, atacando meus lábios. Castigando-os com os dentes e chupões fortes. Enlaço seu pescoço, sentindo o orgasmo me atingir. Ele geme alto contra a minha boca, chamando meu nome alto e me preenchendo com força uma última vez.

Respiramos fora de ritmo, trocando alguns selinhos já mais calmos.

Saio de seu colo, sentindo meu corpo exausto.

— Você está bem? — Pergunto, ficando preocupada de repente.

— Estou ótimo. — Sobra a resposta, com um sorriso vitorioso em seus lábios.

[samijey]

a very important handshake + hug + lift combo from Jey and Sami