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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 7 years ago

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My Favourite Styles. A Marcel Styles smutty one shot.

As you may or may not know, this started out as a Styles triplets smutty fic, but my Marcel feels got in the way, so here. I really hope you like it. Oh and I CANNOT WAIT FOR YOUR FEEDBACK!

PS: please tell me if there’s any typo or something like that. Oh and let me remind you that English is not my first language. Je suis Française.

“Marcel Styles speaking.” “Hellooooo my lovely Marcie! How are you today, you beautiful human?” “Cut it out, Jay. I know what you want.” “Dude, I tried SO HARD not to skip, but I hadn’t finished the draft for my oral presentation… I still have to re-write it properly and I get panic attacks just thinking about it. Will you please give me the text the translation teacher handed out for next week?” “Course I will.” “THANK YOU SO MUCH! Marce, you are the best person this planet could ever wish for and some day you’re gonna get a Nobel prize for being so perfect.”

He laughed. It was a quiet laugh and I knew he was blushing lightly.

“Hum… About the presentation… Would you help me, like… Rehearse it or something? I’d like to try and do it at least once or twice before I have to stand in front of the whole class…” “Oh, you want to try and do your presentation in front of me first?” “Yeah. And if you could proof-read what I wrote, that’d be great… Can I come over this afternoon or something?” “Hum… Yeah, okay. No problem. We’ll do the translation too, so we won’t have to do it later…” “Ahah! Come on Marce, I know you only want me around cause French is my mother tongue.” “No, that’s not true…”

And he most certainly was blushing again.

“Alright then, it’s a date. I’ll be there by 2.” “Okay, bye.”

“Bye, lovely!”

I hung up and rolled out of bed, throwing my phone on my desk. Time for a shower.

I had been living in Leeds for eight months, and as an exchange student, it hadn’t always been easy for me to go about my business surrounded by people whose culture and way of life were so different from mine. My first few weeks had been complicated, being so far from my family and friends. I’d sit in class and watch people, they all seemed so different from me and I felt like I would never be able to make friends. And then there was my translation class. I had taken a course on translation from French to English and from English to French. I’d had a lot of translation classes in my home university in France, so I knew it would be easy for me, and on the first class, I ended up sitting next to Marcel. I sat next to him because he looked really, really nerdy with his glasses, his dark hair neatly slicked back, and his woolen vest. He didn’t look threatening at all. It was actually kinda reassuring. As it turned out, as nerdy as he looked, he was shit at translation. He kept asking me how to say such and such things. We’d meet up at the library, I’d proofread his homework and try to explain to him how he could make it better, and from time to time we’d have lunch together, and it became more and more frequent. That’s how we became friends. After 2 or 3 months we were constantly together, hanging out at each other’s places and going out in the city together when we had nothing better to do. Marcel still lived at home with his mom and his two twin brothers, and I lived in a houseshare in the city center… So we generally stayed at my place, because there were no rules and we could do whatever we wanted. Not that we’d go wild, just that we wouldn’t get interrupted by any kind of “Marcie? Would you come help me fold the clothes out of the dryer?” or “Don’t forget to clean up when you’re finished, huh?” I also had a feeling Marcel didn’t want to be embarrassed by his brothers. Harry and Edward would constantly tease him and sometimes tried to ridicule him when I was around. It wasn’t mean, it was just… Two guys’ reaction to their baby brother bringing a girl home. I thought it was funny, but Marcel hated it. I showed up at his place all prepped up and an hour late, rang the door bell, he opened almost instantly and I stepped inside without even waiting for him to invite me in. “Have you been waiting behind the door since 2 o’clock?” “No… You staying for diner?” “I… Don’t know,” I said with a half smirk. It was only 3, I hadn’t planned where I’d be for diner yet! “Mom just left. She’ll be in Brussels for two days for her job. Harry says he’s not our slave, he won’t cook for us…” “Oh so you want me to be your substitute-mom?” “No!” he exclaimed a bit too fast and with what seemed like a look of disgust on his face, which made me laugh. “Course I’ll make diner for you and Ed.” “Thanks.” He smiled. “Okay, come on, we’ve got loads of work to do and if you want me to help you with that presentation, we’re gonna need the whole afternoon!” I kicked my boots off and followed him upstairs to his bedroom. It was tidy and clean and he had brought a chair from the kitchen for me to sit next to him at the desk. I smiled at his thoughtfulness. Marcel really was the most adorable person I knew and I was extremely glad to have met him. I could hear The Offspring playing in the next room. Edward was probably drawing, like he always did, and I’d caught a glance of Harry in his own bedroom on the other side of the hallway, playing on his x-box with the door open. I hadn’t dared saying hello. Harry impressed me a lot. He didn’t seem mean or anything, but he was the typical popular kid, hot, outgoing, independent… Being insecure and a bit weird I felt unworthy of even looking at him. As for Ed, well… He was a weirdo like me. I couldn’t help but think we were very similar. We were both artists: I’d always wanted to be an actress and he wanted to be a cartoonist. We both loved music, and I liked to think of myself as a punk, even though I’d never be as hardcore as he was, with all his tattoos, his ear plug and his lip ring. I’d talked to him a few times and he was quite nice. But he was definitely a loner and he didn’t really abide by society’s rules in the way that he always did and said what he wanted to do and say, and he never said more than necessary. He didn’t engage in meaningless small talk. I’d had a hard time realizing that it didn’t mean he disliked me, but once I had realized it Edward’s company just became very relaxing. There was no hypocrisy with him. And no unnecessary talking. I sat next to him in an empty classroom in silence for a whole afternoon once and it didn’t even feel awkward. Yet, sometimes, I was really afraid that I was talking too much. I didn’t know enough about him to know if he was the kind to judge people for being too spontaneous or speaking a lot like I did. So whenever I hung out at the Styles home, I’d just smile to the both of them and only talked to them when and if they talked to me first. That’s how socially awkward I can be. “When’s that presentation of yours due?” I looked at Marcel for a second and hesitated. Truth is I was kind of embarrassed… But there was no point in lying to him, so I cleared my throat and answered. “Well… Tomorrow a 2.” “And you’re not even done with it?! Jay, you’re my hero. I wish I was as careless as you are.” “I’m not careless, I’m terrified! Which is why I’m asking you to help me. It’s all finished I just wanna make sure I’m pronouncing everything correctly. I wanna time it too, it’s supposed to last 20 minutes, and I actually have no idea of how long I can go with what I’ve written.” “Okay, then. We’ll start with that. We’ve got plenty of time to do the translation later.” I smiled and took my folder out of my backpack. My presentation consisted of three handwritten pages. The difficulty, I thought, was to make sure I did not only read it. I had to make eye contact with my audience and try to keep it as interesting as possible. I was a little bit scared that what I had written wasn’t good enough, but it was too late to change it all, and I didn’t want Marcel to do the work for me anyway. I briefly explained to him what the exact assignment was, and we started. He sat on the edge of his bed and I stood in front of him, with my back to the window, leaning lightly against the desk. When I finished, he looked at his watch: “17 minutes. You’re three minutes short. I guess it’s alright.” “Yeah, that’ll do it.” “It was great. You did a really good job.” “Come on Marce, be honest.” “No, really. It was quite good. It was very clear and your arguments were good. But, hum… Y-your conclusion was a bit, uh… Sloppy.” I laughed at his hesitation. He so totally refused to criticize me that he even had difficulties giving me constructive advice on my homework. I sat down at the desk and re-wrote said conclusion, then I stood up and did the whole presentation again. This time I lasted 18 minutes. Marcel made me repeat some words that I had some difficulties pronouncing and I was really proud of myself. This time, I felt relieved and prepared for the exam. But I was exhausted. “I’m sorry Marce, but staying focused like that on my English, the words, the pronunciation, the stress… it’s really intense. I’m completely worn out. Would you mind if we… Took a nap? I mean, I’m not gonna force to sleep or anything…” “No, you’re right. It is pretty intense. I think the nap is a good idea.” One of these shy smiles painted itself on his face. His lips were smiling, but his eyes were searching my own to try and figure out what I really thought of his reaction. “Great!” I said, lying on the bed next to him. I grabbed my phone and put a bit of calm music to which we would doze off, and I cuddled up against him, resting my head on his shoulder, putting my arms around his stomach and one of my legs across his. He took off his glasses, placed them on his nightstand and wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tight, his big hands rubbing my back gently. Marcel smelt of clean clothes and soap, with a hint of hair gel and men’s deodorant. It wasn’t the first time I was so close to him, we had hugged several times before and even slept in the same bed once or twice. But it was the first time we really… Cuddled. And it felt really good. Nobody had communicated that kind of warmth to me since I’d said goodbye to my mom at the airport 3 and a half months earlier. The steady beat of his heart and his regular breath very quickly sent the stress away, and I started slowly drifting off. But his breathing and heartbeat suddenly quickened almost imperceivably, and I wouldn’t have noticed it, had I not known the reason for this change in his body. His left hand had stopped rubbing my back and was slowly making its way to my thigh. For a second, I was amused and had to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from giggling. I knew how socially awkward Marcel could be and I knew how scared that sort of thing could make him, but he was trying to stay as calm and in control as possible and that was adorable. I felt a little bit of pride. I had been working with Marce on his shyness for months and he was improving very… Notably. His left hand was now firmly holding my right thigh across his body, while his right hand had sneaked under my t-shirt. That’s when it hit me. Marcel was trying to get in my pants. I could not refrain a gigantic grin from painting itself on my face and I bit my lower lip hard. As awkward and nerdy as he was, Marcel seemed almost perfect to me. He was nice, intelligent, respectful, adorable, and had a smile to die for. I held his chest a little tighter and let out a discrete sigh.

“A-Are you okay with this?” He whispered, his voice shaking. “M-Me t-touching you…?”

His stutter was back… Which I found adorable. I turned my head to look at his face. His cheeks became a flamboyant red and my smile grew bigger. I could see that he was struggling not to look away from me, embarrassed that I would stare at him like I did, and he bit his lower lip. He was an open book. It was clear in his eyes that he was afraid I would ask him to stop, and yet he really did try to stay in control of himself as much as possible. Oh Marcel… I thought, before crawling up to whisper in his hear.

“Marcel… I really. Want you. To touch me.”

And I lightly kissed his jaw, just under his ear. His eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard, but his grip on my thigh got even more firm. I suddenly felt really sexy and flirty, which did not happen to me very often. I raised my hand to let my fingertips brush his left cheek, down his neck, to his collar, but I didn’t dare unbuttoning it just yet. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe I was completely mistaken and then me trying to undress him would be very unwelcome. So I decided to play with his hair a little, raising myself on my left elbow, my right leg still secured across his body, with his hand caressing it gently. I ran my fingers through his dark locks and some of them bounced on his forehead and temples, eager to set themselves free from the strict hairstyle he forced them into. Marcel was almost as curly as his brothers, I realized. He just put a lot more effort in taming it. So I decided to set those curls free. In the mean time, I could feel his eyes on me, detailing my face thoroughly, and I liked it.

“I think you’re really pretty, Jay.” He murmured and I smiled, but my eyes stayed focused on his hair. After one more second, it was all just a dark cloud of messy curls falling around his face and on his pillow. That’s when I realized just how much he looked like his brothers. With messy hair and no glasses on, he was an exact replica of Harry. Except, he was still nerdy, and awkward, and adorable. He would always be the loveliest of the three. And my favorite Styles. I tilted my head down to kiss his temple. And his cheek. And his jaw. I left a trail of tiny kisses on his jawline up to his ear and captured his ear lobe between my lips, then between my teeth and bit it slightly for a split second, letting my tongue caress it a little. He gasped and I pulled my head back up to smile at him. I repressed the urge to kiss his lips. It wasn’t the right moment yet. I wanted it to be special. Very, very special. So I kept on kissing the rest of his uncovered skin: his neck. It was warm and smelt so good that I almost lost it and just buried my face in it to stay like that forever… But I didn’t. I left soft kisses here and there and quickly understood, from his failed attempts at breathing deeply and regularly, that I had reached a very sensitive area. So I let my tongue wander there for a while. But pretty soon it was just not enough anymore. I unbuttoned his vest first, then his white fitted shirt, and un-tuck it from his pants to uncover his hairless chest. I bit my lower lip at the sight of it. Marcel wasn’t that much of a sports addict, but he was tall and skinny, so I could make out his not-so-developed abs and pecs. I was never a big muscle fan and this… This was exactly what I liked. I dove again, very slowly kissing my way down his long torso. When I reached his belly button, I stopped and got up, pulling on his hand so he would stand up next to the bed with me. That way I could push his vest and shirt off his shoulders and it fell on the ground silently. When he pulled my t-shirt up and threw it behind him, I realized I wasn’t quite prepared to let him see me that way. Looking at the stretch marks on my belly, I wished I could shut the curtains and prevent the sunlight from entering the room. The feeling got even worse when the thought came to me that my thighs were covered with even bigger stretch marks. I couldn’t look up to him. So he knelt down, looked up into my eyes with that look of pure kindness on his face that only him could have and he kissed them. His pink full lips brushed gently over the purple lines on each side of my belly button. I panicked for a second. I was losing control and it scared the shit out of me. But feeling his long hands on the small of my back and his curls tickling my tummy, I realized just how beautiful, unexpected and all round wonderful this moment was. I fell to my knees and kissed him. I kissed him with all the passion and desire that had been hiding in my stomach ever since I’d seen him smile for the first time. Cupping his face with my hands, I left a million quick small kisses on his lips, and then I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the warmth of his embrace. My tongue caressed his lips gently. “Marcel…” I whispered, more to make myself realize what was happening than to inspire a particular reaction from him. But he did react, brought me to my feet, held me devastatingly tight and kissed me in return. That passionate and daring kiss sent shivers down my spine. For a second there, I felt like I had just emptied a bottle of Vodka by myself. Or maybe like I hadn’t eaten for days and hypoglycemia was weakening me. I felt deliciously dizzy. Drunk on his cologne, on the warmth of his skin, on the feeling of his hair tickling my forehead. My knees were weak, so weak I struggled to keep standing and I thanked the Gods when he lay me down on the bed, lying against my body. We stopped kissing for a moment. We stopped moving even, and just looked at each other, taking some time to process what was happening. I might have been smiling, I was too shaken to know. But he was, that I remember. I remember his lips, forming that beautiful smile, uncovering his teeth, and that dimple. Oh that dimple… I kissed him again, tracing the lines of his muscles with the tip of my fingers, and he shivered.

“Jay…” He murmured almost shyly. “You’re gonna have to guide me through this…” “Don’t worry” I said, and this time I was smiling for sure.

I left his lips to get back to his ear, biting on his earlobe and letting my tongue wander on his skin while my hands unbuckled his belt. I sat up to slide his pants off and throw them on the floor. He was wearing bright blue boxers. They were quite loose and I could see his bulge growing under the fabric. With the tip of my index, I traced a line on the inside of his thigh from his knee to the blue cotton. I pushed his legs to spread them and knelt between them, caressing his stomach and his thighs, planting little kisses here and there from time to time. After a minute or two, I looked up, staring into his eyes with a devilish smile, and let my hands reach his bulge caressing it over the fabric and then sneaking under it, which was welcomed with a deep moan. I took off his boxers, they were more than unwelcome now, only obstructing the back and forth movement my hand had engaged in. Still knelt between his legs, I bent over to press my lips against his soft, warm shoulder, then his jaw, and his lips again, never stopping my hand, still enjoying his sighs and moans. He tried to sit up, and reach for my belt, but I pushed him back.

I kissed his chin, his neck, his collarbones, his pecs, his abs, let my tongue trace little circles in the sensitive area under his belly button, kissed his hips and the inside of his thighs. Suddenly I grabbed his hand. “Hold my hair.” I asked, tangling his fingers in my golden locks, looking up at him with a smile. And I dove again, deposing a tender kiss on the pink tip of his cock. He shivered. My tongue slided softly on his warm flesh and I took it in my mouth. Just the tip of it, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum. Then I kissed the length of it, small warm kisses, just to reach his balls, which I also kissed and licked for a second or two. Then I got back to his shaft, taking it in all at once, and he gasped loudly in surprise. I tilted my head up and down, licking and sucking, while my hands caressed his thighs and his balls. I could feel his grip on my hair tighten as he tried not to make too much noise. For a second the idea crossed my mind that Edward was in the next room and that we had to be really quiet if we didn’t want him to hear us. Then again, Ed was a big boy. Hearing a bit of noise coming from his brother’s bedroom would probably not shock him that much. Except, well… It was Marcel, not Harry. Maybe it was time to avenge Marcel for all the teasing they had put him through. Maybe I’d be extra loud, just to let them know that Marce wasn’t that much of an awkward ‘forever alone’ nerd.

“Jay, stop! Stop, I’m so close…!” I had no idea how long he would last if I made him come already, so I stopped. I crawled up to lie down next to him and just admired his undone face, the little drops of sweat on his temples making his hair stick to his face. His eyes stayed closed for a moment, while he tried to breathe regularly again. I took off my pants and my bra, thinking he was too shaken to start battling with that kind of high technology. “Touch me, Marcel…” His smile almost killed me as he sat up, looking down on me. His hands slowly, shyly started moving on my skin making me shiver, goosebumps appearing wherever his fingers stayed more than half a second. Little by little, he started gaining confidence. His palms massaged my breasts as he bit his lower lip, looking as hot as ever. “C'mere,” I said with a smile and he bent down to kiss me slowly, wonderfully. I pulled him so he would fall back on the bed next to me. I took off my underwear and I felt him starting to tense up next to me. I grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it for a while, then the tip of his fingers.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, but… I don’t want to screw it up…”

“Just relax. It can only be perfect, you have the best trainer here! Now focus, because this is important and I can’t promise I’ll be in any state to repeat later.” I said with a cheeky grin and a wink, hoping that it would relax him, and it seemed to work: he gave me a wide shiny smile.

“Now kiss me again.” And he was too happy to oblige. His lips were warm and soft, the kind of lips you’d easily get addicted to. Gently, I guided his hand between my legs, where it was warm and moist, just leaving it there for a while, enjoying his touch and the psychological effects of knowing his hand was down there. Slowly, and maybe because he wondered why I had stopped moving, he slid one finger between the folds of flesh and slightly brushed against my clit. I gasped. “Did you feel it, what you touched there?” “You mean, here?” and he applied a tiny bit of pressure on it again, making me moan a little. “Yes, here.” I tried to explain further, but he started a circling motion with his index, and I figured he did not need any more explanation. Tilting my head back I closed my eyes and let out a long moan, biting my lower lip. After a while, feeling the pleasure grow in my stomach, I pushed his hand a little further, guiding his long fingers to my entrance. He found it quite easily and hesitantly pushed one finger inside, looking at me for approval. I smiled like a stoner and he knew he was doing well. He started exploring, slowly caressing me, going in and out then in again. It felt good. Really good. But not quite great, yet. “Add a finger.” He seemed a bit surprised, but he did it anyway, and I moaned, quietly as if to welcome that other finger. And he went back to his in and out motion, but after a short while, intentionally or not, his fingers formed a hook and a loud moan escaped my lips while I helplessly grabbed his free hand. “Oh…” he said looking at me with pleased surprise, and he did it again! He repeated it a bunch of times, gaining confidence and going faster. It felt absolutely wonderful. Suddenly I grabbed his wrist to stop his hand from moving. “Okay now, big boy,” I said trying to sound all seductive and in control, and I pushed him so he fell on his back. I straddled him grinning and raising an eyebrow. “Get ready for the time of your life.” He laughed. One of those cute quiet laughs. I grabbed his cock with my right hand, my left hand leaning on his chest, and I slowly lowered myself on him, biting on my lower lip to hold in a moan. With his hands on my thighs, I started swaying my hips, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Determined to make him go mad I suddenly contracted all my pelvic muscles around him. Of course, he moaned loudly. That was the hottest sound I’d ever heard, and I went a bit crazy for a second, moving faster up and down his shaft, scratching his chest, throwing my head back and almost screaming his name. I bent over to kiss him, which made it even easier for me to move faster. “I’m getting… Close…” he murmured against my lips. And I only answered with another moan, reaching for his hand to bring it back between my legs, to my clit. He instantly understood what I wanted him to do and started rubbing it gently, progressively going faster and applying more and more pressure. “Marcel, oh Marcel…” I chanted in his hear. And suddenly, there it was, with a series of moans louder and louder, beautiful and amazingly hot moans, he reached his orgasm, clenching his hand on my thigh, which would probably leave red marks. And after a minute or two, I too reached my climax, biting on his shoulder to muffle the sound of my screaming his name. Burying my face in his neck, I stayed still for a while, catching my breath and gathering my thoughts. A little laugh of pure bliss escaped my lips and I looked up at his face. “We should definitely study at your place more regularly…!”

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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 7 years ago

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The Styles Twins - Marcel - Wicked Games (The Friend)

Inspire by this post: x Manip: @actingharold Caption: @aboutalighthouse

This is the third part in a series about the Styles twins written by myself and @aboutalighthouse . It’s VERY VERY smutty, so be warned. Thank you to @niallandharrymakemestrong and @melissas173 for beta'ing and reading it over for me! ❤

Enjoy!

Marcel’s excited as he sits in the back of the car, it’s been a while since your last meet up and can’t wait to find out what the night holds…although he has some idea. Checking his watch he sees he’s a couple of minutes early but when the door opens and he sees you climb in he’s not surprised at all; punctuality is just one the things you both have in common.

You’ve know Marcel and his twin, Harry, since boarding school, but while you were friendly with Harry, Marcel was more than that. It started off as study buddies, head buried in stacks of books and swapping notes but by the end of the final year it became his head buried between your thighs, and swapping saliva in the back of the library. It never went all the way, but the quiet, nerdy, bespectacled boy who lived in his extrovert brother’s shadow had been the first to show you that the mouth is for more than talking.

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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 10 years ago

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Assistants Assistant

Harry and a young assistant :)

My eyes were fixated on him. It was the end of the day and all I could watch was the beautiful man through the glass. It was my third week here and I was still the newbie. I was the youngest employee at this company; aged seventeen, and I was also the most nervous. Everyone else was use to the way things went around here. Everyone was use to everything … including him, the boss, Mr. Styles.

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Aaaaaaaw <3

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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 10 years ago

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Mr.Malik.

"I hate these stupid office Christmas parties" I mumbled, following my friend Katie into our building and to the elevators. She pressed the down button and looked at me, "But you don’t hate Mr.Malik and you know he’ll be here" My cheeks flushed at the mere mention of our boss’ name. “Oh, shut up” I said, nudging her arm. She just smiled as we stepped into the elevator. “It’s so obvious that you two are hooking up” she said, pressing our floor and leaning against the wall. "It’s only obvious to you because you caught us" I said, heat flooding my cheeks again. She laughed, "His desk isn’t exactly a secure fucking place" I smiled and shrugged, "He can talk me into anything" She smirked, “And with the dress you’re wearing, I’m pretty positive he’ll be talking you into some stuff tonight” I shook my head at the comment, “I doubt it… There’s a lot of important people here tonight. He wouldn’t want to risk it” She gave me a shrug as we stepped out of the elevator and into the buzzing, people filled, lobby of our floor.

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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 10 years ago

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"Hey Tomlinson think fast." I turned around just before a soccer ball smacked me right in the chest.

I fell to ground and along with my books.

"Oops. Guess your smart brain of yours isn’t fast enough after all." Todd, captain of the soccer team, said while laughing and moving closer to me along with the rest of the team.

"Just leave me alone Todd." I said as I tried to get up.

"Or what? Gonna hit me with your ruler or kill me with your boring history talk?" He laughed as he pulled me up and pushed me in to one of his friends.

"Stop it. Please." I begged as they kept pushing me around in a circle.

"Hey! He said leave him alone. So leave him alone!" I heard a voice yell. I couldn’t see who it was but I could tell it was a girl.

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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 11 years ago

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#hahaha #marcel #marcel styles #marcel imagine #harry #harry styles #harry edward styles #harry imagine #harry styles imagine #best song ever #midnight memories #dirty #dirty imagine #harry styles dirty imagine #1d dirty imagines

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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 11 years ago

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Merry Christmas, Mr. Styles

All eyes on the room seemed to be glued to the red second hand of the clock, watching as it neared the 12. The moment the final bell rang, everyone jumped out of their seats, anxious to start their winter breaks. I, on the other hand, took my time gathering my books before shyly approaching Mr. Styles’ desk, gift in hand. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Styles,” I managed to squeak out as the last student left the room, leaving me alone with the most gorgeous man on the face of the earth. His green eyes met mine as I handed him the plastic candy came filled with Hershey’s kisses, a dimple appearing on his cheek as a smile spread across his red lips.

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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 11 years ago

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Summary: Ninette is a young editor trying to focus on her job. Mr. Styles applies for the same job, and he is her new distraction. She believes no one will ever love her, and Harry believes he’ll never find love again. These two are able to change each other’s minds in a very lustful and...

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talk-nerdy-to-me-marcel · 11 years ago

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Study Date (Nerd Harry)

A/N: (Might you insert a picture?) And this is my first submission, so click my url at the bottom and let me know if I should write more? Lovee you!

I never exactly pictured myself in this certain predicament before, although I guess it was for the better. This was the only way I could think of to make sure I didn’t fail my Physics exam that was nearing. Why I chose to take Physics is beyond me, I thought it would look good on an application of sorts but I never imagined it to be this hard.

Harry wasn’t a nerd, but he didn’t have many friends, I guess his social skills just were not up to speed with the rest of high school’s population. I kind of felt sorry for him. He was the kid that always had a book open while sitting in the back of the classroom, the kid that magically disappeared during lunch hour, and the kid that was never given the time of day.

I thought that asking Harry to tutor me would be beneficial on both my part and his, after all he was top student in our class and I on the other hand am pretty easy on the eyes if I say so myself.

Tapping my pencil on my textbook page, my mind began to drift elsewhere whilst Harry rambled on about some theorem I knew I would never use after I graduated high school. “So does all that make sense?” He asked, peering at me through his glasses.

I always wondered why he wore those dumb glasses, I’m sure he had beautiful eyes underneath but it was hard to tell, he usually wouldn’t look at me any longer than five seconds.

“Yeah, I get it.” I lied, showing off my brilliant smile.

This was getting way too boring, I know I needed to pass Physics but I couldn’t bare this dreadful tutoring session any longer. “Can we take a break?” I asked, pouting my lip and playing with the ends of my hair. Harry looked up from his textbook and swiveled in his desk chair to face me. I closed my book and propped myself up on the head board of Harry’s bed, facing him now as well.

“Uh, yeah sure.” He muttered, eyes looking everywhere but mine. “Come sit with me, Harry.” I giggled.

Harry was so innocent that it was almost amusing, and I’m almost positive I’m the first girl to be in his room besides his mom. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be seventeen years old and not have any clue what the opposite sex was even like, but I assume Harry didn’t even mind that his mind was well beyond naive for his age.

“Alright.” He choked, his voice cracking slightly as he stood from his desk chair and sauntered over to the very end of his bed. I let out a loud eruption of laughter at him, poor thing couldn’t even work up the courage to sit close enough to me for us to have a decent conversation.

His large hands instantly began searching his face as if he was trying to wipe something away, “W-what?” He stuttered, confused by my sudden outburst.

“Are you always like this?” I asked once I had gotten over my episode. I was curious to why Harry acted the way he did, maybe something that happened in the past? “Like what?” He quipped, his voice becoming a little more stable now.

“I mean, are you just shy or do you really think girls have the ‘cooties’ ” I said, air quoting the last word with my fingers. He shuffled on the end of the bed, looking down and sighing.

“I- I guess.. I just, I’m not very good.. with girls.” He stuttered, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. I smiled, it was obvious Harry never had the confidence to approach a girl before, but maybe that’s all he needed.. confidence. And maybe I could give it to him?

No.

Think about what you are doing! But I did think about it, and the more I thought, the more I wanted to follow through. I mean let’s be honest here, Harry really wasn’t bad looking at all, his voice was low and gravely at times, and he was certainly well fit for a guy like himself. Also even if I did ‘tutor’ him myself , it’s not like the whole school would find out, I sure as hell wouldn’t say anything and no one in their right minds would believe Harry. ‘m not saying I wanted to try anything with Harry, I just think it would be like being a good citizen, community service if you will.

“So you’re just shy around girls, basically?” I asked, pressing my hands either side of me one the bed and moving closer. Harry immediately stiffened, and I sighed, running my fingers through my auburn colored hair. I hope he’s not going to be stubborn.. I’m trying to help him for Christ’s sake.

“N-no.” He said, still oblivious to my intentions. “So you’ve never touched a girl?” I spoke, my voice low as I rested a hand on his knee which was now shaking. He rolled his eyes at my question, “No, I haven’t.” he sighed, staring intently at my small hand that rested on his knee.

“Has a girl ever touched you?” I whispered, my hand rising on his legs which were clad in those god awful khaki school uniform pants.

Harry’s breathing quickened and I was positive he was catching on to what I was implying. “I’d like to.” He whispered back, barely audible for me to hear.

Time for step one, I thought, “Do you want to kiss me Harry?” I asked, moving my hand so it was placed just over the crotch of his pants. His eyes darted to mine, unsure if I was joking or not. “Really?” His voice cracked, going up several octaves on the last note. “I- I mean, yeah.” He said, clearing his throat.

I grinned, sincere this time. I leaned my head in closer to Harry’s face, his breathing was erotic and I could feel him growing beneath my palm. Shit, we hand’t even started yet!

His lips brushed mine and he sighed, the sweet taste of cinnamon and mint laced in his warm breath. I reached my hand up to the back of his neck and pulled him forward, pressing his full lips to mine.

Harry’s lips felt fantastic on mine, he pulled his jaw forward adding movement to the gentle kiss, and much to my surprise I felt his tongue slip out and graze my bottom lip. He was a natural no doubt, but surly he had seen enough porn in his life to have some idea as to what to do.

Permitting him to explore my mouth further, the kiss turned hungry and I was finding it hard to contain myself.His lips were infectious and I knew it would be hard to forget about them after today.

Regrettably I pulled away, leaving both of us breathless, “Wow.” He whispered, looking down to my hand that was still pressed firmly to his crotch. I smirked, knowing exactly what he felt in that kiss.

I decided it was time for phase two, which again benefited the both of us. Taking my hand from his crotch I whipped my leg around him and straddled him to the bed. He took it upon himself to lie back and watch his my fingertips gripped the hem of my blouse. I began rolling it up my body and dragging my fingertips along the way, teasing my skin. Harry tensed beneath me and took hold of my hips, due to the shaking of his hands I could ell he was nervous as hell.

Hauling the blue fabric from my body, I tossed it aside and let it crumple on Harry’s floor. He watched my chest rise and fall repeatedly and drew small circles with his thumbs over my tan exposed skin.

Scoffing at his lack of response (probably because he was scared shit-less) I reached round my back and took hold of the clasp to my bra, slipping from the confines and tossing it aside as well.

Harry’s eyes grew wide at the sight of my fully exposed breasts, probably the first he’d seen. I cupped his cheek in my hand and leaned down to plant a short chaste kiss to his already swollen lips.

I sat back up, grinding my backside against him and making him groan. I smirked and grabbed his wrists and placed his hands over my breasts, squeezing his large hands and showing him how to touch me. I pulled my hands away and let him carry on, nodding to him.

His long slender masculine hands explored my breasts like it would be the last time. He kneaded and pulled and twisted my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, erecting them to their peak. I must admit he was doing rather well, I had to suppress a few whimpers that threatened to spill from my parted lips.

“You’re really pretty.” He said, breathless. Harry was in his own world, marveling at my body like it was the latest video game that was worth a fortune. I don’t recall any other guy looking at me with such admiration like Harry was now, my cheeks flushed and mumbled a ‘thanks’ before leaning down to kiss is sweet lips once more.

Reaching between us, I tugged at his shirt indicating that I wanted it off. Harry was the one to break the kiss this time and he sat up and pulled his shirt from his torso.

Whoa.

I was right about him being fit, other than just some baby fat here and there, Harry had an over all nice body. Prominent v lines capturing my attention and making me practically drool. Something about Harry being so innocent and having no idea what he was doing was turning me on extremely.

Knowing that I was the first girl he’d ever touched was beyond satisfying but flattering. This whole situation could have been non existent if Harry denied my affection, but he hadn’t and that mad me quite happy.

“(Y/N), I don’t have.. anything.” He mumbled against my lips and I smiled, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth. “It’s fine.” I said, giggling. His brow furrowed for a moment before realizing I didn’t need protection, being that I was on the pill.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, somewhat confidant than before. His eyes flickered to my jean shorts and back up to my face, and I giggled.

Grasping his shoulders I rolled us over so that he was now on top of me, his curls dangling off his forehead. I popped my button open and slid the zipper down, raising my hips so I could push them down my legs.

Harry shifted so he was sat beside me, watching as I rid myself of my last piece of clothing besides the thin lace that was concealing my most private area. His breath caught in his throat when I reached my hand down to touch myself, desperate for some friction. Hesitantly he inched his hand closer to mine before removing it from me, whimpering as he replaced it with his own.

He was captivated, memorized by the girl that lied nearly bare before him. Me. His breathing was untamed and I knew this was driving him crazy. He slowly lifted the lace of my thong so he could take a peak beneath it, “C-Can I..” he spoke, still not breaking eye contact with what was beneath my fabric.

I was taken back when he didn’t even wait for my response, sliding the piece down my legs and exposing me fully. Harry sucked in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth when he saw just how aroused I really was by all this.

He slid is index down my slit, spreading my arousal. I gasped, his warm fingers on my needy flesh was sensational and he had just barley touched me.. “You’re beautiful.” He said,continuing to touch me with his single finger.

It was the most adorable thing I think I’ve ever seen, like a little boy playing with a brand new toy. But I think I nearly screamed when his long slender digit pushed into me excruciatingly slow, my back arched from the bed and I struggled to find my breath. His finger reached places I knew I could never reach with my small skinny fingers.

He stilled his finger and gauged my reaction, watching me pant and writhe all sprawled out on his bed. His lips were parted and his brow was knitted together as if he were deep in concentration. Our eyes met and I felt my cheeks flush, and we kept eye contact as he slowly pushed his finger in and out of me.

“Does this feel okay?” he asked sincerely. I nodded, breathless and not trusting my voice. He focused his attention back to his intrusion and curled his finger with such force I cried out and I could feel my toes curling. Harry’s attention snapped to me and watched closely while curling his finger over and over and over and..

“Stop! Shit, Harry!” I pleaded, there was no doubt in my mind that I could come like this but I didn’t want to. Slowly, he dragged his finger back out of me and hovered over me, kissing me roughly. His tongue diving into my mouth.

“You’re not bad for a rookie.” I giggled, and flicked his nose with my index.

He chuckled and started rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Urm, thanks.” He said.

“Take those off.” I gushed, nodding my head towards his pants. His face hardened and he stood up from the bed and quickly fiddled with his belt.

Our eyes locked as his trousers hit the floor shortly followed by his briefs.

My jaw literally dropped when his erection sprung free, resting flat against his torso. “You’ve been hiding that all this time?” I asked, completely dumb-struck by his fully exposed manhood the was before me. If girls new that Harry was packing that.. Holy shit.

“I um..” He said, his cheeks flushing crimson.

Using my index finger to usher him over to me he happily obliged, climbing on to his bed and hovering over me once again. “Are you ready Harry?” I asked, grabbing his length in my hand and pumping lightly, brushing my thumb along the tip.

He nodded vigorously and I parted my legs and let go of Harry’s member. Taking himself into his own hands he lined himself up with my entrance, making sure he was in the right spot before pushing in.

His breath was shaky and low, I knew he had felt nothing like it before. My tight warmth surrounding him entirely. I sighed at the feeling of him filling me like no one has ever done before. Probably because no other guy I had sex with was a big as Harry.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, cupping his face in my hand. He leaned in to my touch and groaned. “Yeah. Really, really good.”

I pushed my fingers into his hips, telling him to move and he did. Boy, did he move.

I expected him to be awkward and gawky but he was anything but that. My name slipped past his lips too many times to count and my fingers tugged at his tight brown curls whilst my eyes rolled back into my head.

Harry felt so good, his thrusts met every spot that made me squirm and whine. He was doing a damn good job for someone so in-experienced.

I was getting closer and closer but I wasn’t quite there yet and I knew Harry was trying to wait his own orgasm out. Moving my hand between us I began to touch my clitoris and my eyes began to flutter shut.

Rubbing and teasing the sensitive nub I was getting closer, until Harry ripped my hand away from myself. He pinned it above my head and grabbed my left leg and hauled it over his waist, making the penetration deeper.

“Harry!” I cried. Involuntarily I came, my eyes squeezing shut and my nails dragging down the taunt skin of Harry’s back. My orgasm was so powerful I barely noticed that Harry was coming as well. He looked breath taking above me, being caught up in his most vulnerable state was like a god of sorts. He looked fucking beautiful.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He cursed and collapsed on top of me. I ran my fingers through his hair as he fought to come back down to earth. “That was..” He began, but couldn’t find the right words to finish.

“I know.” I said.

“Harry! I’m home!” A voice called from the kitchen.

Harry sat up from me, a worried look on his face. I looked at him and propped myself on my elbows and was about to ask what was going on but Harry spoke first.

“Shit! It’s my Mum!”

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Marcel One Shot

Just a quick Marcel One Shot I made. Can you add a pic please? thx :) .xx

I sat at my desk drumming my pen against my notepad. The sounds of keyboard clicking and muffled water cooler chat filling the office. It’s the part of growing up that no one looks forward to. The nine to five schedule, 5 days a week, doing the same thing day after day. Don’t get me wrong, I love marketing and what I do, but the office life was not made for me. As I start to drift off into my daydreams I see a head pop up from the cubical next to mine. Marcel, the stereotypical nerd of any office. Glasses to big for his face, clothes that looked like they were from the 1960’s, sweater vest with the most disgusting shades of brown in them, hair slicked back in the most unattractive way. Those nerdy kids that everyone notices, but never talks to. I’m sure he is a nice guy, but I never really cared to get to know him.

“H-hey (Y/N),” Marcel started, never looking directly at me. “Everyone has gone out to lunch a-and I was wondering i-if you would like to c-come with me and grab something q-quick? But you don’t have to come if you don’t wanttoiunderstandifyoujustwanttostayhereorwhat-“

In my constant daydreaming, you hadn’t realized that the sounds of the office quieted and it was just the two of us on the entire floor.

He was rambling on and on, clearly nervous about talking to me. Probably rehearsed what to say over and over in his head till he finally got the nerve to just ask. It was adorable how anxious he was about talking to me. Boys never really got nervous talking to me. I was always pushed aside, known as that girl that makes a good friend.

“Marcel!” you interrupt him from his ongoing sentence and then he finally looks you in the eyes to find them to be a shocking minty green. I never notice them behind the enormous glasses sitting on his nose, but now that I see them I can’t stop staring. “Lets go get lunch,” I say with a smile. His face lights up with excitement and I couldn’t help but giggle at how boyish he was.

We walked a few blocks to a Thai restaurant, talking about stupid things at work. He was not charming or socially graceful, but he was sweet and very talented and passionate about his work. I started to realize that Marcel isn’t that bad. He had a certain personality that was boyish, cute and just fun to be around.

As we walk into the restaurant and he kindly asked the hostess for a table for two. The hostess eyed him up and down, judging him automatically by the way he talked and dressed. She gave him a look of disgust and it went right over Marcel’s head as he smiled at her. She walked us to our table in the back corner of the restaurant and placed the menu’s down without a word. Marcel replied with a thank you not even noting how rude she was.

Marcel walked around the table to my seat and pulled out my chair. He was a gentleman; very respectable and professional. I thanked him as I sat down and he pushed in my chair. I couldn’t help but smile at how nice he was to everyone no matter who they were.

“Marcel, did you notice how the hostess look at you and treated you? It was incredibly rude,” I say concerned for him. I hoped that he didn’t let people just push him around like that because he deserves better.

“I’m used to it by now. All throughout school I got those looks and I was bullied. Now that I’m older I just, ya know brush it off. This is who I am,” He replied, picking at the water stains on his fork, not making eye contact once again. I felt so bad for Marcel. He was such a nice kid but no one gave him a chance.

I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. He slowly lifted his head up revealing the single tear rolling down his cheek. “You are an amazing guy. You are so sweet and kind and shouldn’t put up with that shit. In these past 30 minutes I feel as if I know a totally different person now and I can’t believe I’ve never talked to you before. You are so great at what you do and might I add your eyes are so green and just beautiful.” I took my hand and whipped the tear from his cheek. I hated seeing boys cry. It showed a side of them that is so emotional and deep inside.

“Y-you really think that, (Y/N)?” he smiled.

“Absolutely and those dimples are too cute!” I smiled back.

As we sat down and ate lunch I noticed the little things about him. The sharp angles of his jaw. The way his pink lips wrapped around the straw of his drink. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank. I was suddenly fascinated with Marcel. I wanted to know more.

“Where are you from Marcel?” I asked simply. He told me how he was from New York and has lived there his entire life. His struggles in school and college and how he never really fit in with anybody. How he had a passion for art and music. He told me about his mom, dad, and sister. I shared about my life. Coming from Tennessee and moving to New York. How I struggled with depression and am somewhat stuck and don’t know if I’m happy doing marketing or not. He listened to every single word, so intently and I could tell he genuinely cared about what I had to say. I’ve never been so open with a guy before in my life and with Marcel it just felt so natural, so right. After we finished, Marcel paid for the check (after constantly insisting to pay for my share) and we walked back to the office together.

For the rest of the day I couldn’t help but stare at Marcel. Noticing how good he was at his job and how passionate he was. I wished like hell I had some of the passion he did. Every once in a while he would catch me staring and I’d just bush and feel embarrassed. How the tables have turned.

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