The Only Time
Paparazzi
“Anna, Anna! Over here!” A few fans cry from the sidewalks as Anna Wayne steps out of her limousine that her posse rented for Vid Con. Bursts of light come from the digital cameras.
“I’ll be signing autographs and memorabilia at my booth, just like everyone else,” she tells them with a sweet wave. Big, bulky men lead her into the venue to where she will set up to meet all her inspired fans.
Anna Wayne is a world-famous YouTuber and blogger for the life of a fangirl. She has a huge following of many different kinds of people. She started out by just doing reaction videos to Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy music videos but it has grown to so much more than that. With her cute look and sailor mouth, she has stormed the Internet.
“Thank you, thank you,” she says into the microphone as she sits down at her table after her introduction. She put together a mash-up of her fans’ favorite videos of hers (she had a voting poll on her website). “Now it’s time to meet you guys!”
One of the bulky security guards removes the red velvet rope and the first fan steps up. Anna greets her happily as the fan tries to form comprehensible sentences. The blogger signs her autograph book and takes a picture with her and then Anna moves on to the next one.
As the signing period continues, the line gets shorter and shorter until Anna is down to the last few of her fans. Tired and hungry, Anna is pleased to see that she has one more person to meet. But there’s something different about him; an attractive young man approaches her.
“Hello,” Anna says with a smile.
“H-hello,” the fan says with a nervous and awkward grin. He seems completely awestruck.
“What can I do for you?”
“C-can you sign this?” The young man hands Anna the headshot of herself from her website.
“Certainly!” She takes the picture and quickly jots her signature across the bottom. “And who do I make this out to?” Anna glances up.
“Louis…”
“Is that with an ‘S’ or an ‘E’, Louis?”
“S,” he answers. “Listen, before I go, I would just like to say that I love your YouTube channel and blog—they’re fantastic! You’re so beautiful and funny! I think it’s ridiculous that you’re single because any guy would be lucky to have you.”
Anna looks up once the word vomit has ceased to find Louis smiling from ear to ear, waiting for her reaction. “That’s very sweet of you to say, Louis.”
“Thanks—wait, no, thank you.” Louis then grabs his autographed picture and bolts from the table.
Anna motions for one of the members of her posse. “I want him,” she whispers bluntly.
Louis is escorted from the black SUV that picked him up outside of Vid Con to a swanky hotel in downtown Los Angeles. He was asking millions of questions on the ride over but was silence when one of the body guards gave him a stern look. They travel up the elevator to the 12th floor and walk far down the hallway to the last door on the right.
“Here you are,” one of the guards says with a sinister grin. “Have fun, kid. You’re about to have the best night of your life.” He slides the key into the door and opens it, pushing Louis in.
Louis’ heart is pounding as he walks forward. “Hello?” He calls out.
Suddenly, a light flickers on and Anna is in a robe, sitting in a chair across the room. “Hello, Louis,” he says smoothly. She gets up and walks toward him, putting her hands on his shoulders. “How are you?”
“W-what am I doing here?” He asks, looking around feverishly, too nervous to make eye contact.
“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Anna tilts her head, confidently already knowing the answer.
“Well, of course! You’re my everything!” His eyes widen, fearful that he insulted the love of his life.
“Then get happy!” She commands. “Would you like to sit down?” She grips his hands and leads him over to the king size bed a few feet away.
Louis sits on the bed, staring up at Anna as if she is an angel—but she is an angel to him. Anna cups Louis cheek in her hand, staring deep into his eyes. Hesitantly, Louis reaches up, brushing his fingertips across Anna’s chin. Anna bends down and slowly places her lips against Louis’. His lips are soft and warm against hers. Anna unravels the tie on her robe, dropping it. It pools at her feet. Anna is now just down to her black bra and panties.
“You’re so beautiful,” Louis whispers as he leans back and pulls Anna on top of him.
Anna grips the edges of Louis’ shirt and pulls it over his head, throwing it on the ground. She runs her hands over his chest, feeling his muscles. Anna bites her lip when she feels Louis’ erection underneath her. The two of them begin to exchange wet and sloppy kisses; their tongues sliding past one another.
“Tell me how much you want me,” Anna hisses in Louis ear, nibbling on his earlobe.
Louis’ eyes roll back in his head. “Oh, I want you so bad, Anna. I’d do anything to be in your life,” he moans.
“Good.”
Anna leans back and unclasps her bra, tossing it on the floor. She knows the sight of her bare breasts is overwhelming for the young man lying below her. She loves it. But there is that thought in the back of her head that she really does like Louis—she isn’t just going to use him. She wants to be held and wants to be loved. She doesn’t want to lose that intimacy.
The famous blogger lowers herself on top of her “number one” fan and kisses him once more. But before she knows it, Louis flips her on her back. He unzips his pants and stumbles out of them, ready to go. Louis yanks his boxer briefs off his body and jumps back into bed. He smooches Anna and she giggles playfully.
“Oh, Louis, make me feel better,” Anna sighs, whipping her hair out of her face.
“Oh, I will.” Louis raises his eyebrows, pulling Anna’s panties down. He kisses below her navel.
Louis moves his lips up her abdomen and to her breasts, massaging them in his hands. He sucks on her left nipple, nipping at it with his teeth; Anna moans, giggling at the ticklish feeling. Anna runs her fingers through Louis’ soft hair, gripping it in her hand.
Louis raises himself, propping himself up on his hands while Anna spreads her legs—they were so in sync. With one swift thrust, Louis is inside Anna. Her body jolts at the feeling and lets out a small laugh. Louis smiles, moving some hair out of Anna’s face; he begins thrusting; deeper, faster, stronger. Low, concise grunts release from Louis’ throat while Anna lets out feminine moans.
Louis kisses Anna’s forehead, tasting her sweat on his lips. Anna can feel Louis’ hot breath on her face and she loves it. Anna’s hips begin to roll and grow in time with Louis’ pumping. Like a well-oiled machine, they were starting reach climax together. Their muscles contract throughout their bodies and a lightness rakes through their nerves.
“Oh, Louis, don’t stop,” Anna whines, smashing her fist on the bed.
“Never in a million years,” Louis breathes back.
Anna slaps her hands on Louis’ back, feeling his heat and warmth up against her body. A pressure grows beneath her forehead and her head swims with ecstasy. Drunk off the intensity, she throws her head back. Louis kisses her neck, licking the sweat off her skin. Louis reaches orgasm first but still keeps going for Anna. With one final, epic thrust, Anna’s body becomes consumed in pleasure.
Louis pulls out and falls onto the bed next to Anna, panting heavily. The two of them lie their together, trying to fully comprehend what just happened. Louis just had sex with his celebrity crush. And Anna just banged her number one fan. It was a lot to take in.
“Well, I should go,” Louis says anxiously, standing up and reaching for his clothes.
Anna shoots up. “What? Why?”
Louis turns to look at her. “Well, don’t you want me to go?” He asks insecurely.
“No,” Anna says, laughing and shaking her head. “I don’t want you to leave. I like you, Louis. You’re sweet.” She smiles wholeheartedly.
“Okay,” Louis says, snorting with excitement.
Anna gets up off the bed, stretching her back. She then turns her head over her shoulder. “Well I’m going to take a shower.” She walks past Louis toward the bathroom. Anna stops before she opens the door. “Would you like to join me?” She raises an eyebrow.
“Sure!” Louis answers, trying to hide his sheer joy. He walks up behind Anna and kisses her shoulder. “Let’s do it!”
“I’ll be signing autographs and memorabilia at my booth, just like everyone else,” she tells them with a sweet wave. Big, bulky men lead her into the venue to where she will set up to meet all her inspired fans.
Anna Wayne is a world-famous YouTuber and blogger for the life of a fangirl. She has a huge following of many different kinds of people. She started out by just doing reaction videos to Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy music videos but it has grown to so much more than that. With her cute look and sailor mouth, she has stormed the Internet.
“Thank you, thank you,” she says into the microphone as she sits down at her table after her introduction. She put together a mash-up of her fans’ favorite videos of hers (she had a voting poll on her website). “Now it’s time to meet you guys!”
One of the bulky security guards removes the red velvet rope and the first fan steps up. Anna greets her happily as the fan tries to form comprehensible sentences. The blogger signs her autograph book and takes a picture with her and then Anna moves on to the next one.
As the signing period continues, the line gets shorter and shorter until Anna is down to the last few of her fans. Tired and hungry, Anna is pleased to see that she has one more person to meet. But there’s something different about him; an attractive young man approaches her.
“Hello,” Anna says with a smile.
“H-hello,” the fan says with a nervous and awkward grin. He seems completely awestruck.
“What can I do for you?”
“C-can you sign this?” The young man hands Anna the headshot of herself from her website.
“Certainly!” She takes the picture and quickly jots her signature across the bottom. “And who do I make this out to?” Anna glances up.
“Louis…”
“Is that with an ‘S’ or an ‘E’, Louis?”
“S,” he answers. “Listen, before I go, I would just like to say that I love your YouTube channel and blog—they’re fantastic! You’re so beautiful and funny! I think it’s ridiculous that you’re single because any guy would be lucky to have you.”
Anna looks up once the word vomit has ceased to find Louis smiling from ear to ear, waiting for her reaction. “That’s very sweet of you to say, Louis.”
“Thanks—wait, no, thank you.” Louis then grabs his autographed picture and bolts from the table.
Anna motions for one of the members of her posse. “I want him,” she whispers bluntly.
Louis is escorted from the black SUV that picked him up outside of Vid Con to a swanky hotel in downtown Los Angeles. He was asking millions of questions on the ride over but was silence when one of the body guards gave him a stern look. They travel up the elevator to the 12th floor and walk far down the hallway to the last door on the right.
“Here you are,” one of the guards says with a sinister grin. “Have fun, kid. You’re about to have the best night of your life.” He slides the key into the door and opens it, pushing Louis in.
Louis’ heart is pounding as he walks forward. “Hello?” He calls out.
Suddenly, a light flickers on and Anna is in a robe, sitting in a chair across the room. “Hello, Louis,” he says smoothly. She gets up and walks toward him, putting her hands on his shoulders. “How are you?”
“W-what am I doing here?” He asks, looking around feverishly, too nervous to make eye contact.
“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Anna tilts her head, confidently already knowing the answer.
“Well, of course! You’re my everything!” His eyes widen, fearful that he insulted the love of his life.
“Then get happy!” She commands. “Would you like to sit down?” She grips his hands and leads him over to the king size bed a few feet away.
Louis sits on the bed, staring up at Anna as if she is an angel—but she is an angel to him. Anna cups Louis cheek in her hand, staring deep into his eyes. Hesitantly, Louis reaches up, brushing his fingertips across Anna’s chin. Anna bends down and slowly places her lips against Louis’. His lips are soft and warm against hers. Anna unravels the tie on her robe, dropping it. It pools at her feet. Anna is now just down to her black bra and panties.
“You’re so beautiful,” Louis whispers as he leans back and pulls Anna on top of him.
Anna grips the edges of Louis’ shirt and pulls it over his head, throwing it on the ground. She runs her hands over his chest, feeling his muscles. Anna bites her lip when she feels Louis’ erection underneath her. The two of them begin to exchange wet and sloppy kisses; their tongues sliding past one another.
“Tell me how much you want me,” Anna hisses in Louis ear, nibbling on his earlobe.
Louis’ eyes roll back in his head. “Oh, I want you so bad, Anna. I’d do anything to be in your life,” he moans.
“Good.”
Anna leans back and unclasps her bra, tossing it on the floor. She knows the sight of her bare breasts is overwhelming for the young man lying below her. She loves it. But there is that thought in the back of her head that she really does like Louis—she isn’t just going to use him. She wants to be held and wants to be loved. She doesn’t want to lose that intimacy.
The famous blogger lowers herself on top of her “number one” fan and kisses him once more. But before she knows it, Louis flips her on her back. He unzips his pants and stumbles out of them, ready to go. Louis yanks his boxer briefs off his body and jumps back into bed. He smooches Anna and she giggles playfully.
“Oh, Louis, make me feel better,” Anna sighs, whipping her hair out of her face.
“Oh, I will.” Louis raises his eyebrows, pulling Anna’s panties down. He kisses below her navel.
Louis moves his lips up her abdomen and to her breasts, massaging them in his hands. He sucks on her left nipple, nipping at it with his teeth; Anna moans, giggling at the ticklish feeling. Anna runs her fingers through Louis’ soft hair, gripping it in her hand.
Louis raises himself, propping himself up on his hands while Anna spreads her legs—they were so in sync. With one swift thrust, Louis is inside Anna. Her body jolts at the feeling and lets out a small laugh. Louis smiles, moving some hair out of Anna’s face; he begins thrusting; deeper, faster, stronger. Low, concise grunts release from Louis’ throat while Anna lets out feminine moans.
Louis kisses Anna’s forehead, tasting her sweat on his lips. Anna can feel Louis’ hot breath on her face and she loves it. Anna’s hips begin to roll and grow in time with Louis’ pumping. Like a well-oiled machine, they were starting reach climax together. Their muscles contract throughout their bodies and a lightness rakes through their nerves.
“Oh, Louis, don’t stop,” Anna whines, smashing her fist on the bed.
“Never in a million years,” Louis breathes back.
Anna slaps her hands on Louis’ back, feeling his heat and warmth up against her body. A pressure grows beneath her forehead and her head swims with ecstasy. Drunk off the intensity, she throws her head back. Louis kisses her neck, licking the sweat off her skin. Louis reaches orgasm first but still keeps going for Anna. With one final, epic thrust, Anna’s body becomes consumed in pleasure.
Louis pulls out and falls onto the bed next to Anna, panting heavily. The two of them lie their together, trying to fully comprehend what just happened. Louis just had sex with his celebrity crush. And Anna just banged her number one fan. It was a lot to take in.
“Well, I should go,” Louis says anxiously, standing up and reaching for his clothes.
Anna shoots up. “What? Why?”
Louis turns to look at her. “Well, don’t you want me to go?” He asks insecurely.
“No,” Anna says, laughing and shaking her head. “I don’t want you to leave. I like you, Louis. You’re sweet.” She smiles wholeheartedly.
“Okay,” Louis says, snorting with excitement.
Anna gets up off the bed, stretching her back. She then turns her head over her shoulder. “Well I’m going to take a shower.” She walks past Louis toward the bathroom. Anna stops before she opens the door. “Would you like to join me?” She raises an eyebrow.
“Sure!” Louis answers, trying to hide his sheer joy. He walks up behind Anna and kisses her shoulder. “Let’s do it!”
Notes
Yay for AU's! My best friend, Molly, told me she loved AU's where the GUYS were the crazed fans so I decided to kill two birds with one stone by writing it for Anna, who also went to the 1D concert with me and who still has no idea I wrote this for her (it's a surprise). So yay. Hope you guys liked it!Anna's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/kqdt4dv
Title Credit: "Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga
-DestroyShelbeyy
I love these! You're an amazing writer! (:
5/4/16