A Better Fuck (1D one-shots)

The Photo Shoot (Louis)

Authors note:
Yay! The first one-shot of the book! I'm so excited!
Anyway, I just want to tell you all to please not be a silent reader. I love getting feed back and seeing what you all think about what I write!

Sooo, this is what happens when I watch way to many re-runs of Americas Next Top Model:)
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"Ugh" you groan as you drag yourself out of bed at 3 AM. Who the hell decided to schedule a photo shoot this damn early? When you had sighed on to your company, no one had ever told you about the early mornings or late hours. The constant diets and guilt you felt when you broke them. You would never be one of those size 0 models that graced the cover of Vogue, but you didn't care. Throwing on some sweats and pulling your hair back, you headed out. They would put you in makeup anyway, no sense in doing it now.

~At Location~

"Ah, you must be Miss Y/L/N!" A cheery woman greeted you at the front desk. "Right this way please." She said, walking past you to the big double doors. "Thanks" you mumble, still not fully awake. Wincing at the bright lights of the room, you're greeted by another woman, this one more looking slightly older, more professional. "Hello." She says cooly. "I'll be your dressing assistant. I'm to help you with your hair and makeup for the Test Run." Wait what? "Test run? You mean I got up at this ungodly hour, and not even for a real shoot?!" You yell, royally kissed. The woman brushed it off, scanning through racks of of clothing. "Yes, Mr. Tomlinson likes to get to know the model and see them in an article of the lines clothes." She says, pulling something off the rack. "He does have one rule though," the woman said, glancing at me. "You are not allowed to see your appearance until he he says so." Excuse me?! What the hell type of rule is that?! I gape at her, and before I can come up with a comeback, she's ushering me into a changing room. Pulling a blind fold over my eyes, I sigh and just let go. It's too goddamn early for this shit.

~45 Minutes Later~

Your now all made up and dressed and covered in a robe, preventing you from seeing your clothes. You were also carefully avoided from mirrors so you couldn't see what your hair and makeup looked like as well. "Come on, Mr. Tomlinson would like to see you now." The woman who's name you had come to learn was Sylvia. You were directed into a room covered in black cloth, a black leather couch in the middle of the room. Ookay...? This is an odd place to conduct an interview. "He'll be in soon." Sylvia informed me, smiling slightly. At least she was now acting some what pleasant. With the door closed, you were. left to sit and wait.

~Sometime Later~

Where the hell is this dude?! This so called 'Mr. Tomlinson' who made me get up so fucking early, just to wait around for him? It's bullshit! "Fuck this." You mutter, getting off the couch...just as the door opened and the sexiest man you've ever seen in your life, hands down, came walking in. He was wearing bright red, tight ass skinny jeans, a form fitting black tee-shirt and black toms to finish it off. He looked like he could be a model himself. "Hello doll." He drawled. Oh god. That accent! He's fucking British! You blushed and looked down when you realized you were getting a bit too excited by his voice. You clear your throat. "Mr. Tomlinson." You say, pissed that your voice sounded so shaky and weak. Seconds passed and you didn't dare look up from the floor. "No no no, darling," he cooed, startling you on how close he had gotten. "A model does not cower and avoid peoples gazes." He puts his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up at him and meet his eyes. "She stands tall, meeting peoples gazes, challenging any one who stands in her way." He caresses your cheek and scans his eyes over your face. His serious, thoughtful expression softened. "Am I so intimidating that you are incapable of speech?" He teases, stepping back and finally, letting you breathe again. "I-you-ummm" you stutter. He chuckles, brushing a stray hair back from your face. "Let's get started shall we?" He asks, clapping his hands together. "Let me see you." He whispers, looking down at the belt of your robe. Was it just you, or did his voice just drop an octave lower and his eyes burn a little darker? You stood there, frozen. You couldn't move even if you wanted to. He smirked sending your vulnerability, and taking a step closer to you. "Either you take it off..." He growled, staring at my body yet again. "Or I will." His eyes flash up to mine, and I gasp. His sparkling light blue eyes were now clouded with lust. He intently stares at you for a few moments, then places his hands on the ties of your robe. Your heart is beating out of your chest and your breath is coming in small pants. "One..." His fingers slowly unravel one side if the knot. "Two.." He fully unravels the knot and tightly grips the edges of the robe. Oh god. "....three." He rips the robe from your body and looks at you, nostrils flaring, eyes blazing. You blushed a deep red when you noticed what Sylvia had dressed you in. Your wearing a pale pink lace bra with a faint flower print on them, and matching panties. You cover your exposed stomach, tears brimming in your eyes. You had never wanted to be one of those size 0 models as much as you did this moment. You look down, ashamed, and tried to hold back years. You failed. You knew this was the part where he would insult you and run from the room. But he didn't. He stepped closer to you and held you tight, wiping away the tears. "What's your name luv?" He whispered. "Y/N" you sniffed. He have a small smile. "That's a beautiful name. I'm Louis." He tells you. "I want you to do something for me, doll." He says, slowly turning you so you could face the wall. "I need you to close your eyes and song open them till I say so." He commands. Your breath hitches, but you do as your told. It's quite in the room except the beating of your heart. "Alright babe, open your eyes and look at the wall for me." Louis says from somewhere behind you. What's the point of this? But you did it anyway. "Keep looking, no matter what." He says, and you hear something rustle from where his voice is coming from. Suddenly the black paper from the walls is yanked off, revealing...mirrors? You meet Louis gaze in the mirror, unsure of what to do. He gives a small smile and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Look Luv. Go on." He coaxed, nodding his chin toward the mirror. You took a deep breath and looked at your reflection. You gasped, you two looked good together. "There now," he cooed. "See? Your gorgeous, one of a kind." He whispered staring at your lips. "With your sex hair..." he growled, slowly advancing on you, making you step back. "With those bedroom eyes..." he took another step forward, you take another step back. "And those lips that just scream 'Fuck Me'!" You gasped as your back hits the wall. "But you know what I really want to see?" He growls in your ear, slowing dragging his heads down your thighs and lifting you up. "You fucked out and begging for my cock." He stated, right before he crashed his lips yours. You moaned as you wrapped your legs around Louis waist. He took this opportunity to press the heel of his hand down over your dripping core, slowly moving it in a circular motion. "Ah, oh my goddddd" you groaned, fisting his hair in your hands. "Do you want me Y/N? Do you want me to fuck you against this wall?" He growled against your neck. You groan as he sucks and nips at your skin ruthlessly. "Answer me." He demands, grinding into you. "I-I-fuck. Yes!" You murmur in frustration. "Yes what?" Louis taunts, holding your gaze. "Yes I Want You To Fuck Me!" You yell in frustration, causing him to chuckle. "All you had to do was ask." He smirked. In a split second, you both were rid of your clothes and were passionately kissing, each fighting for the upper hand. Louis snarled as you refused to submit, kissing you with unconcealed anger and lust. "Open your mouth. Now. Do not play this game with me, cuz trust me baby, you'll never win." He said into your mouth. You smirked and shook your head slowly. You weren't going down that easily. "Fine," he growled, grabbing your waist firmly, "I'll just make you." And with that, you were thrown against the wall and Louis plunged into you. "Fuck!" You shouted and taking this opportunity, he claimed your mouth. You whimpered as he thrusted deeper, gaining speed. "Louis, I'm close!" You groaned, clawing down his back. "Let go." He whispered, just as you went flying over the edge, him following you just moments later.

You two slid down the wall, panting, just cuddling into each others arms, when Louis got up and began to get dressed. You just lied there, to tired to get up and do the same. "Well Miss Y/L/N," he drawled, glancing down at you, "I think Ive seen all that I need to. Your hired." He winked before he walked out of the room.

'Size 0? Fuck that. I like me.'
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