El just prompted me to write a oneshot based on the Leeds Festival 2010 and won’t let me not write it. I have never had so much pressure and I’ve never been so nervous to write something. What if I ruin it?!
MINIFIC FILL (Drugs/Mature):
“Just try it!” Zayn’s eyes were foggy and voice sullen with intoxication as he shoved the bud into Louis’ mouth.
Louis’ innocent blue eyes, clear and hopeful, did not display the internal battle raging behind them. Louis wanted so desperately to impress the dark boy he’d been crushing on for months ever since they’d started work at the same fast-food restaurant. This party was the first chance he’d had to be alone with him, was he really going to wuss out?
Louis took one last look into the hazy oak eyes and leaned forward to Zayn’s slender hand, a bright amber the only light between them from the fire crackling beside them. At the last moment, Zayn took the dimly burning joint away from Louis’ lips,
“Here, let me.”
He took a deep drag of the substance which glowed hot against his lips as he drew back, his cheeks caving with the force of his inhalation. Louis almost fainted as a cool dark hand gripped the back of his neck and drew the two dangerously close, Zayn’s eyes sparkling glamorously, reflecting every flicker of flame burning by them. Seconds later, Louis agape mouth was filled with a funny-tasting haze and he coughed in surprise before catching on and sucking down hard, leaning in toward Zayn’s face, his lips trembling in excitement at their proximity to the tempting set before them.
Louis immediately felt himself relaxing as the substance filled his lungs. It was paralleled by a profound excitement at the knowledge that this high was coming directly from Zayn’s lungs.
The moment Zayn had emptied his lungs and before Louis had even finished inhaling the heavy fog that he’d been offered, Zayn’s eyes darted from Louis’ lapis eyes to his rose-pink lips, lunging toward them and pressing their mouthes together in a satisfying embodiment of his desperations over the past few months after having seen Louis on his first day at work.
Louis’ tongue flicked against Zayn’s closed lips, requesting entrance, and the bronze lad’s collar felt almost as hot as the fire raging next to him.
MINIFIC FILL (Mature):
An angry snap rattled through the empty shed, the smell of dried oil and rusted metal hung in Harry’s nose as his thumb hooked back beneath the stretchy material looping from Louis’ hips over his bare shoulders.
“Did I really have to take my kit off bar the shorts ‘n suspenders, Haz?” Louis’ voice echoed loudly over the thrumming music from inside Zayn’s house. Completely oblivious party-goers were revelling away while Harry took advantage of his fantasies at Louis’ expense a thin wall away.
“Yes you had to.” Harry’s words were followed by a dull thud as Louis’ shoulders were pushed against the shed wall, their lips crashing together before the last syllable was finished.
Louis’ hands hung helplessly in the air beside him as Harry took completely control of the feather haired lad. Louis’ head was leant against the wall, a bread-crumb trail of ever-reddening lovebites taking plant on his throat and chest as Harry made his devilish way down to the waistband of his tan shorts. Harry stood quickly, cutting off Louis’ excitement, bringing him back to Earth as his smooth hands trailed the length of the tanned boy’s suspenders again, lifting them both and releasing them with another loud snap.
Harry spoke loud and demanding, “Blow me.”
Prompted by louisisaflaminghomosexual
A/N: Unfortunately, I offended Sam by saying I didn’t really feel Zouis. As an apology, I have written this oneshot for her. Prepare for some filthy, smutty bottom!Louis and aggressive!Zayn.
Word Length: 2,500.
El submitted this fact as a prompt for me to write a oneshot.
Word Count: 1,100
A/N: This oneshot got me incredibly depressed while I wrote it, and I don’t know how I’m going to pull myself out of said depression. Liam feels. So many Liam feels.