Your alarm screams bloody murder as all star plays for the 1000000 millionth billionth time. You have the urge to twerk
until your ass flies off and out the window and assassinates your ramen pubes annoying orange president but you're running late for your stupid college classes about stupid college things so you resist the urge.
You quickly throw all your notebooks and dummy dumb school assignments into your onion shaped backpack. You reach into your closet and grab your slutest outfit, an onion suit. You slowly slip it on like a girl in a reverse porno and take a good moment to admire how fucking dummy thick it makes your ass look. You give one little twerk, just one, not two, just one, to watch the layers jiggle. You style your hair but whipping and neighing and then strut down the stairs.
"finally you're awake, y/n, you slut.." my mother began, she reeked of alcohol, wether that be from the night before or from right now i didn't care.
"did you use my paycheck to buy yourself piss cans again?? i can't believe you!" i scolded, my hands balling into fists like every anime protagonist ever. that's right, i watch anime because i'm not like other girls. i listen to metal and wear my hair in messy buns because i'm not like other girls. but my y/n thoughts were interrupted when my mother spoke again.
"shut your mouth, it doesn't matter anymore, i already made back your paycheck by selling you to some random band.." my mother spoke utter nonsense, what does she mean she sold me to a band??
"what are you talking about?? you SOLD me??" i cried, i didn't think my crackwhore lean-addicted mom could get any worse than this.. "what the FUCK is wrong with you??!!"
"DON'T TALK TO ME THAT WAY!! i'm your mother for christs' sake.. you still should owe me some respect." respect?? what was this bitch going on about..
"RESPECT?? you just sold me to a FUCKING BAND??? who even are these people anyway.." i ranted, in absolute fucking disbelief.
"SHUT YOUR TRAP!! you'll find out soon enough, bitch.. they're coming to pick you up in 5 minutes." my mother stated, coldy glaring at me. i fell to the floor in disbeliefshe was lowkey a fatass stupid ass cokewhore that did nothing but blackout every night and fuck men in my bed while i was at school, but i still couldn't help but feel sad...
You strut in like a runway model into the next room and freeze as a group of homeless boys were talking to your father turns around to face you. this is who your mother was talking about. your dad just got a new hairdo and it's a greasy ass split dye, piss colored and poopoo dookie
Time slows down as their beautiful watermelon faces comes into view and your eyes connect. Your heart goes BUMP BUMP BUMP and threatens to squirt out of your chest right through your nipple like a broken McDonalds ice cream machine. You admire their gorgeous booger colored skin and their big juicy muscles. Your eyes turn into literal hearts, as does theirs. Your dad smiles a tiny bee smile, showing off his tiny bee teeth.
You take in his big juicy behind and his super duper pee pee bulge that's the size of a bowling ball. He takes in your onion suit and all its glorious and juicy layers. Your heart eyes turn into an eggplant emoji and so does his. Harry Styles turns to your father.
"You're their dad but were their daddy's now."
He takes a large meaty green toe finger hand and smacks your ass with as much force as he can. You go flying out your front door and into a giant onion carriage. Your ass cheeks are as red as a blushing ketchup bottle. Your excitement grows, you can't wait to get to your new home and have your juicy avocado man peel you like an onion.
Harry Styles's hair was more magnificent in real life than in pictures, he was wearing a black buttoned up shirt with a couple of buttons undone, displaying a little bit of his tattoos and was paired with black jeans.
In the words of Nicki Minaj, my panties looks like it's going for a swim.
I begin stutter, "I- um.." I was so lost in words when I looked up at him seeing his
intimidating green oRbs in real life. He held
out his hand, telling me to spit my gum onto his large hand, rings wrapped around this painted fingers. I cock an eyebrow,
questioning his unusual action.
"Are you going to spit it out, or do you want it the hard way?"
Damn ma, is it that serious?
I shyly spit my gum out as the room echoes with giggling.
"y/n, can i speak with you in the other room"
"why did you want to speak to me?" you ask "That's not relevant sweetheart" he says with a smug look, his fingers were attached to my hips, bringing me into him closer, I could almost smell his minty breath. His pink lips were slightly parted, looking into mine , until I noticed he began to chew something. I took a closer look until I noticed it was gum, my gum. He then unbuttons my shirt, exposing my
black lace bra matching my panties.
"You're so beautiful" he says, examining my almost naked body.
He begins kissing my neck once again, until I felt something sharp as it sinks into my skin
(i don't know how vampire smut works)
"Daddy-"
I wince from the pain, hitting him in the
chest, telling him to stop but a knock was
heard from the door. He stopped his actions and took a step back.
"Hide under that desk, now" he demands.
I nod and crouched down and went under hisdesk.
"Mr. Styles." a man says, with the same
accent as Harry's. He also sounded like
around Harry's age.
He breathes in deeply,
"Tomlinson.."
