The one where Zayn is sad an it takes four too many people to fuck the sad out of him until the fifth person actually works.
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The first boy is awkwardly tall and has wild curls, but it looks like a lions mane. He's fast and quick as Zayn cries tells him, "Please! Just- just fuck me until I'm not sad anymore." So he tries the boy really does as he pushes his long cock deeper trying to make Zayn's cries stop and tries to like the way Zayn is leaving nail sized crescent moons, but they hurt. Maybe Zayn's just trying to show him how he feels, this back bleeding pain that never ends. So, the boy with wild curls just lets Zayn's small fingers dig into his back.
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The second boy has long shaggy hair, with a cute button nose and a obnoxious laugh, grey blue eyes that demanded attention. He would fuck Zayn along the wall make sure that his bony cheek would be smashed against the peeling wall paper. Zayn would yelled out, "Fuck me! Fuck me until I'm not sad anymore, make it hurt." And Zayn didn't have to tell the boy with the obnoxious laugh twice because his ass felt like it was being ripped open and his cheek hurt. He can feel a bruise forming an Zayn just hopes he cant walk or a week so he will be distracted by something. So he wont feel the big hole in his chest, the disappointment every time he wakes up.
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He doesn't get fucked today, no, no one wants to have sex with an ugly little thing. Especially the price he's asking.
So Zayn sits and stares, smokes too many cigarettes lets them burn him from the inside.
And he waits
and
waits
a n d
w a i t s.
But he still feels empty, not alive. He's still sad and he doesn't know what to do.
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The third boy has soft brown eyes and a caring smile, a look of concern imprinted on his face. The boys too nice and too muscly. He fucks Zayn into the dingy mattress, his dick must be a mile long because Zayn's sure its in his spine by now. Zayn yells the words he always says hoping one day they will work, "Fuck me, make the sadness go away, Please fuck me until I'm not sad anymore." The boy with the caring smile looks a little hesitant to continue, but he doesn't know Zayn too well to actually give a shit and continues to pound ten inches into a too small space.
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The forth boy is Irish, Zayn can tell just by the way he chugs his beer, by the way his tongue clicks with an unusual accent, by his pure pale skin. His piercing blue eyes stare straight into his soul and next thing they knows is that their fucking. And Zayn wants to remember this one wants to remember how thick the blonde is, did he mention he's blonde? He wants to remember how his hips start to bleed from the boy with the accent digs his blunt nails into fragile hipbones. Zayn whimpers, "Fuck me until I'm not sad anymore." And he hates how he says that line every fucking time he gets fucked into oblivion but he cant help it. He just wants somebody to suck the sadness out and let it bleed onto the floor instead of it running through his veins. For some strange reason the humping stops and Zayn dizzily looks into those blue eyes and he loses it.
He sobs his throat goes dry and he can feel strong arms wrap around him and he hasn't had a hug in so fucking long. Zayn thinks that if this boy lets go he'll fall apart over and over again. He just wants someone to stay in his life not just some simple fucks to help him get distracted. He cant even remember their names just the small characteristic's that stuck out to him. He almost cry's out in happiness when he hears the Irish accent say,
"I'm Niall."
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Wow its been awhile huh?? I'm soooo sorry if you have sent me a prompt an I have not done it I will not be taking requests anymore and I'm just really sorry. I hope you like this though? Sorry that its short and out the blue. Byee xx
