they tried to make me go to rehab i said nooo nooo nooo
anyways hallo its me
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i was thinking of starting a squad (*gasp*) because jen says i need to make more friends so if you want to be in the squad you have to comment here a.) ur name b.) a good name for the squad and c.) ur age
we will discuss rules another time
now i sound like a mom oh lordy
OH OH ALSO
WHO ELSE HAS WATCHED SEASON 4 OF RUPAULS DRAG RACES LETS DISCUSS IT IN THE COMMENTS
"you look hot," liam whispered. zayn was leaning against a large rock, liam standing in front of him. hand was gripping zayn's waist tightly, but the smaller boy wasn't complaining.
zayn blushed furiously, looking down at his bare feet. "so do you," he mumbled. liam smirked and leaned down, pressing a kiss to zayn's neck. zayn shivered, telling himself that it was just the cold wind.
"oh god," zayn mumbled as liam started to suck on his neck. he brought his hands up to liam's hair, tugging it a bit. he felt liam's lips rise from the skin of his neck.
"keep doing that," he muttered, refering to the tugging of his hair. zayn continued as liam continued sucking on his neck.
"jesus christ," zayn moaned. liam smirked as zayn tugged at his hair even harder than before.
"do you want to," liam started to pant between sloppy kisses on zayn's smooth skin. "take this back to my place?"
zayn nodded frantically squeezing his eyes shut. "yes, i would."
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"no, no, no!" louis groaned, pounding his mattress. "c'mon, rupaul! get your shit together!"
louis was sprawled out on his bed, junk food laying around him. rupaul's drag races was playing on his laptop.
he heard a knock on the door, making him groan. he did not want to stop watching.
louis got up anyways, shuffling out of his room and toward the front door. his sweatpants passed his feet and touched the floor while his sweatshirt sleeves passed his hands and dangled down his thighs when his arms were straight.
louis mentally prepared himself before unlocking the door, opening it to find harry standing there, a large smile on his face.
"hello," he greeted. louis furrowed his eyebrows, smiling little.
"what're you doing here?" louis asked, skipping the greeting. harry nodded toward the inside of the house, silently asking for permission to enter. louis stepped aside, allowing harry to step his tall ass into the house.
"i haven't seen you in a while," harry explained, suddenly turning very shy and looking down at the floor. "and you're three months along now, and i missed you."
"aw," louis cooed, reaching up and touching harry's upper arm. harry looked up and smiled when louis gave his bicep a squeeze. "you're so cute, like a cupcake."
"a cupcake?" harry laughed, furrowing his eyebrows. "i don't think anyone's ever called me a cupcake."
"i'm very tired, bare with me," louis giggled, eyes crinkling in the corners. that was one of harry's favorite things about louis. "i was up all night." louis explained.
harry cocked his head to the side. "why?" he asked. louis sighed and twisted his mouth.
"morning sickness," he admitted. harry nodded, furrowing his eyebrows in worry.
"are you okay? have you been eating?" he rambled. louis laughed a little, harry reminded him of a mom.
"i've been eating all night, it's fine," louis assured. harry twisted his mouth.
"are you sure?" he asked. louis smiled warmly, nodding comfortingly.
"absolutely positive," he assured. harry sighed before nodding, giving in to louis' assuring words. he couldn't help but be worried about the pregnant boy.
"how are you doing? are you good?" harry asked. louis smiled widely and nodded, looking down at his stomach.
"i'm starting to show a bit," he mentioned, boldly pulling up his sweatshirt to show his small baby bump. louis was always very extroverted.
harry's eyes widened, staring at louis' stomach in amazement. louis laughed at his reaction, watching harry's green eyes shine.
"you can touch it if you want," he mentioned, pointing toward his small bump with his index finger. harry hesitated before slowly putting his large hand on louis' small stomach, him being a lot more awkward than louis.
"woah," harry said, making louis laugh again.
"i know, right?" louis giggled, not scared to just put his tiny hand on top of harry's large one. they both looked up at each other, meeting each other's eyes.
blue met green.
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"oh, god," zayn moaned, leaning against the headboard as liam started to nip at his jawline. his hands were in liam's hair again, tugging at it a bit harshly each time liam went over the same area twice. liam's hand cupped zayn's hip, his other hand helping him balance.
"oh my god, i need you," zayn moaned. liam quickly grabbed the tube of lube off his bedside table. they both started to strip from their jeans as quickly as possible, fumbling a bit as they did. they just got a little too excited.
"do you need prep?" liam asked breathlessly once they both had their pants and boxers off. zayn shook his head, already sweating.
"need you now," he begged. liam smirked at zayn's neediness, squirting some lube out on his hand and rubbing it on his manhood.
liam slowly entered zayn, hovering over the smaller boy. zayn's eyes watered a bit as liam started to thrust faster and harder.
"you're so tight," liam panted loudly, leaning down and pecking one of the love bites he had made on zayn's jawline. "tight for me."
zayn just moaned in response, feeling liam get closer and closer to his prostate. he reached up and cupped liam's sweaty cheek affectionately, making liam smile as he panted heavily.
"'m close," zayn muttered, panting almost as much as liam. liam nodded, silently telling zayn that he was too.
"oh god, oh god, oh god," zayn chanted softly before releasing a string of come all over liam's abs. liam came inside of zayn, pulling out slowly so he didn't cause zayn any discomfort.
liam and zayn stared into each other's eyes for a moment before liam leaned down, pressing his lips against zayn's. zayn kissed back, tasting sweat and breath freshener but all he could focus on was how liam cupped his cheek and rubbed his thigh comfortingly.
