One Direction Imagines

Nerdy -Marcel-

Like c'mon dude. Smut put me to bed guys. I should be ashamed...but I'm not! I write it all the time in here. Okaydokie, carry on.
SC. ML.
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"Marcel?" You asked, peeking your head inside his home.

"Hey, Y/N. C'mon up." He gestured for you with his hand, and shyly went into down the hallway. You stepped inside and shut the door, half expecting to see Anne. But you shrugged it off and went up the stairs into Marcel's room.

"Marcel, I need help with my Business class. And I know you absolutely love that class, so I thought you'd probably like to help me with this." Marcel turned from his computer to you.

"I've a-always l-liked tutoring you Y/N." You raised an eyebrow at Marcel.

"I thought we agreed not to stutter?" You didn't think you were beautiful, or anything close. And you had told Marcel just that. Even though he disagreed very shyly and politely, he agreed.

"Oh, sorry." His blush took over his face and you sat on his bed.

"Marcel, you always insist sitting at the computer, come on. This is your house, be comfortable." Marcel hesitantly sat a good foot in front of you on the bed. You took out your books and your Business notebook.

"Okay, when you have departments in a business, each must be paid at least minimum wage, if not more. This involves Math, which you are superb at, tell me which department should get how much out of this income of the company. And you still need money leftover to pay for supplies and the companies bills." Marcel's fingers darted across the paper, almost making you dizzy. You nodded and started figuring out the math.

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"Marcel, can we take a break?" He was so into solving the problems with you, but your hands were exhausted.

"Oh, sure. Do you wanna listen to some...music?" You smiled and nodded. Marcel always a whole bookshelf full of CD's, and you'd always been so curious about the genres that filled the case.

"Anything preferred?" You shook your head, eager to see what he'd pick. He picked one and put it in the CD player, and turned the knob so the went to his speakers. It started playing a softer song, but had a catchy beat.

"If you don't like it-"

"It's fine. It's nice sounding music." He readjusted his glasses and you reached your hands out. He froze and you slowly looked into Marcel's green eyes and took off his black framed glasses. He looked absolutely stunning.

His little cross eye made you smile. It was an adorable difference.

"I can't see you too well." He said in an ashamed tone. Your fingers brushed against his warm cheek.

"That's okay." You sat on your knees and came close enough to let your foreheads touch.

"Can you see me now, Marcie?" He nodded and gulped. You pressed your hands to his shirt and fisted it as the song turned into more of a club like tone. The male singer sounded so serious in this love he was singing about.

"Has...anyone ever kissed you before, Marcel?" You whispered. He shook his head in a silent 'no'. You pressed your lips against his plump soft ones, and began moving your lips against his. He was trying to kiss you just as well as you kissed him.

"I suck at this." You shook your head and left your fingers thread through his gelled hair.

"There's at least one thing I can teach you." His smile followed soon after yours and your lips met again. This time, Marcel pushed you softly onto the bed, keep your lips close. You hooked your left leg around his waist and flipped yourselves around so you were on top.

"I'm nervous." He whispered, a blush reaching his pale cheeks.

"Hey, think of me as a class assignment. Figure me out like a math problem. Instead of running lead against paper, run your fingers over my body. And once you've solved me, you'll be so happy." He nodded and you brought your lips back onto his.

His hands rested lightly on your waist, as if he was afraid you'd slap him or something. Your hands made his travel up your torso.

"Touch me Marcel. Please." You begged against his moist lips. His hands gripped your breasts making you moan loudly, but he let go.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. It felt great Marcel." His eyes looked hesitant.

"Do you want me to do it again?" He whispered. You nodded and lifted off his two sweaters.

"A tattoo?" Inked on his chest were a few simple words.

"Share. Love. Know. Remember." The words slipped from your lips as you read.

"Marcel, it's beautiful." He softly smiled and stroked your cheek.

"But not as beautiful as you." You laughed at his cheesiness and pecked his lips, and before you could comment on it, he brought your lips back to his. His hands softly massaged your breasts, and you moaned against his lips at every movement.

"Marcel." His name coming out of your mouth must have flipped something inside of Marcel. Because he rolled you both over and pinned your hands to the bed.

"You're so beautiful. Your voice. Your body. And your personality...it just makes me so horny right now." Your eyes widened, but his turned quickly to confusion.

"Is that the word they use?" You nodded as it was his turn to take off your top, and his trousers came quickly after.

"Did I do that?" You couldn't help but stare at the huge bulge in his boxers.

"Yeah, if you don't wanna-"

"No. I want to. With you...only you Marcel Styles." The smile grew on his face like a little kid trick or treating for the first time.

"I love these jeans on you." Marcel's hands ran over your legs in a slow motion.

"But, I really want to take them off." You assisted him in taking off your jeans and after, he just stared.

"Marcel." You waved a hand in front of his face and he blinked and looked at you, eyes darker.

"That's all I wanna hear." He whispered, his forehead resting against your cleavage.

"Marcel. Please make me feel good." He slowly, not moving his head, pulled down your panties and lifted his body to remove his boxers. He reached over into his dresser and pulled out a silver packet. You raised a curious eyebrow.

"Mum thought since I'm going to be a man, I should have some handy. I only hope it fits." That sounds like Anne. Marcel slipped inside you and began thrusting softly, allowing to adjust a little, but not a lot.

"Marcel, deeper." He followed your order as his lips brushed against yours.

"I love you." He whispered softly, then stopped.

"S.hit, you don't have to say-"

"I love you too Marcel. Calm your language though." He smiled and nodded as he twicthed inside you.

"Okay."

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Be you!
MH xx