I LITERALLY CRIED I AM THE WORST I CAN’T EVEN PROMISE TO WRITE SMUT I BASICALLY A FAILURE TO YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN BOTHER TO REQUEST ANYTHING I AM SO SORRY I DIDN’T EVEN WRITE THE REQUESTS AND PEOPLE ARE SO NICE WHICH MAKES IT SO WORST IT’S SO SO SO SO SOS OS SI SO SAD FOR ME TO BE SO SORRY I AM SORRY SO SOSOSOSOSOSSO SORRY YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME AND I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN TO WRITE SUCH A LONG ASS APOLOGY BECAUSE I GOOD BE WRITING THE SMUT NOW SO I AM SORRY I AM JUST REALLY???????? RIGHT NOW
THAT ISNT EVEN AN EMOTION I AM SORRY
DON T I CANT I AM FREAKING SORRY
i swear to god i would trade my soul for a wish pennies and dimes for a kiss OF DEATH THIS I AM SORRY SO SO SUCH SORRY SUCH SORRY
…he puts his hands underneath your bra.
Woahhhhhhhhhhhh, wattpad request heck yes~!
Zayn: "Want my jacket?" Zayn can’t help but ask. Not bothering to hear your response, he heaves off his coat, beading the warmness on your body. "Thanks, Zayn," you couldn’t help smile, even though this was a cliche couple moment. “Don’t mention it,” he chirps, “anything for my girl.” But he was shivering, like you were a couple of minutes ago. “Do you want your jacket back?” “No, no,” he shakes his head, mumbling, “I just need to be warm.” An idea pops into your head, as you grab his hand. “What are you doing?” Zayn raises an eyebrow, finding his hand underneath your shirt. “You’ll be warm,” you mutter, your cheeks tint with red - from the cold and embarrassment. “Well, thanks,” he muses, kissing the top of your head. Another cliche moment. But then you felt it. His hand was wandering up. “What are you doing?” you falter, feeling his thumb graze your skin inside one of the cups of your bra. “I think it would be warmer up here,” Zayn tells, tucking all his fingers underneath your bra. “And it is. It totally is,” he smiles.
Liam: Liam urges a laugh out, tugging off his jacket before dropping it onto your shoulders. “Thanks,” you mutter, feeling abash that he laughed because you didn’t bring your own jacket. “No problem,” he smiles, before frowning. “Wait, now I’m cold,” he scoffs jokingly. “Thanks a lot, [Y/N].” “Well, I can’t give you my jacket, it’s very warm.” “I’m starting to regret giving you that,” Liam quivers, tucking his hands underneath his armpits. He slowly smiles, an idea coming into his head. A hand places onto your hip, his hand moving up into your shirt. “Liam,” your eyes broaden, “not now.” “No,” he laughs, shaking his head, “I just wanna try something.” His cold hand feels uncomfortable against your warm skin, his fingers itching up to your bra. Two fingers move under your bra, a new kind of warmness feels to Liam, as his fingers remain there. “What if someone sees us?” you whisper to him, a smirk plays on his lips. “So? At least we’re both warm here.”
Louis: "You’re shivering," he says the obvious, because I think you’d be cold when you’re wearing nothing but a short-sleeved shirt on a windy day. "Take my jacket," Louis mumbles, his hands pull off his coat, giving it to you. You hesitate, because after all you didn’t want him to feel cold. "I’ll be fine," he assures, cracking a smile when you take it. "Thank you," you acknowledge, pulling the hood over your head. Ah. Your eyes widen as you feel a pair of hands scroll up underneath your shirt. “L-louis,” you stammer, his body behind yours, hands tugging into your bra. “I need to be warm, too,” he smirks, slowly frowning, “but this damn bra is in the way. Why do you wear it when I’m around?” Your cheeks heat up, because having your boyfriend feel you up in public will do that to you. “Louis…” “Don’t tell me you’re already wet? We just got here,” Louis teases with a laugh. “Oh, alright,” he removes his hands away, taking your hand instead. “Let’s go home, so I can put my hands to better use.”
Harry: Your hands rub your bare arms, trying to keep you warm. “I can’t believe you didn’t bring a sweater or something,” Harry retorts, zipping down his own jacket. “You’re very lucky I love you,” he tells you, pulling off his jacket and giving it to you. “Harry, it’s alright…” He gives you a stern look, proceeding to give you the jacket. Fine. You put it on, feeling the warm feeling he gave off when he was wearing it. “You’re welcome,” Harry rebuts, nudging you with a grin. “Thanks, Harry.” He quickly frowns, stating, “Now, I’m cold.” “What am I suppose to do about it?” you joke, but stop when his hands pull under the shirt. “Harry!” “At least I’m not freezing,” he chuckles, tugging your shirt a bit higher up. “People are here!” “Let ‘em see,” he hotly whispers. “They’ll know that we’re not cold and aren’t bored.” His thumb draws circles on the sensitive skin under your bra, your breathing hitches at his actions. “Stop doing that,” Harry groans, “or else we’re going home.”
Niall: He lets out a chuckle, the frost of his breath is seen thanks to the cold weather. “It’s almost December,” Niall quips, noticing that no coat was upon your body. “You, [Y/N], are very stupid,” he jokes, shrugging off his own coat and plopping it on your shoulders. You give him a nod, the heated coat instantly making you warm. Thank you for cute boys with jackets. “Ugh.” You look to him, the skin peaking out became immediately cold. “You okay?” “I’d be better,” Niall flutters with a small laugh, “if I was warm.” “Your jacket—” “Nooo,” he rolls his eyes, “keep it. Looks good on you.” You blush, countering, “But I can’t leave you cold.” “Well,” Niall muses, “there is one thing you could do.” “What?” “Your shirt. It’s pretty warm under it, isn’t it?” “Y-yes?” “My hands; can I put them under your shirt?” “I guess.” So he does it. And without warning, his hands move up - you know where he’s at - and tucks it under your bra. “I thought you were just going to be under the shirt,” you frown. “Yeah,” Niall shrugs, “but this feels much warmer.”
you’re very kind ah!
i’m not sure which sounds like i’m pretty disorganized at the moment but i am sadly
i’ve been holding them off for A LONG time because i’m currently on vacation partying it up in the philippines
not with the typhoon even though i am very very sad that happened :(
i’ll try to write them as fast as i can :’)
i guess lol sounds like a pretty plot
but i always procrastinate so i don’t know if i could do it
and that goes for the other smut i promised to do :(
yeah i guess lol
thanks so much :’)
i actually don’t have an obsession with boobs
its like lol there’s a girl who always requests these preferences?????? and its very fun to write?????? not in that way?????
please i am a good christian girl
I AM POSTING ANOTHER BOOB PREFERENCE SO BETTER GET READY TEARS
i can’t write smut to save my life but i can try
Story Of My Life - Vocals Only (requested)
USUALLY WHEN PEOPLE USE CAPSLOCK TO SEEM THEY’RE SCREAMING THEY REALLY AREN’T BUT BELIEVE ME I AM SCREAMING RIGHT NOW