Sometimes, dreams do come true

Suga x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: What could Yoongi possibly be dreaming about? His answers are lackluster to say the least. Perhaps his actions might showcase his thoughts a little better…

Word count: 3,855

A/N: I feel like Yoongi’s the type of guy to 1. Toss salad like a champ 2. Be done after jizzing once. Might just be me though.

You paced around your bedroom, looking for your laptop. You sat on your bed, sighing in despair, unable to find it. You rubbed your well fed tummy thinking  “Where the hell did I place it?” You hoisted yourself up, trying to remember what Yoongi did with it last as you laid your head on your pillow. You bit your lips then suddenly remembered. You slipped your hand under his pillow and smiled when you found the grey computer folded up under there. You pulled it out and held it to your chest on your way to the living room.

You walked barefoot on the wooden floor of your apartment, the freshness of the floor sending chills up your bare legs. You found your lover comfortably laid in a foetal position on the couch. You walked around the large grey couch and eyed the pale body laid shamelessly on its side. You smiled, kneeling down on the fluffy carpet in front of the couch since there was no space for you to sit on it. You placed the laptop on the floor before turning towards Yoongi. You ran a hand through his jet black hair, careful to have an extremely light touch as you pushed his bangs back. His barely closed eyes fluttered under your touch.

“Yoongi-ah….” you whispered sweetly to him. “You’re always so sleepy.”

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Really hate it when NPCs in oblivion act like they can waste my time by locking their things and making me squander my lockpicks and then having the audacity to not even put anything of worth in their expert security level chest 🙄🙄🙄 “oh hee hee you’re thieves guild and they don’t allow you to kill people on the job!” well knock knock bitch! It’s the black hand ready to slice up ya ass because I’m part of the dark brotherhood too! SITHIS SURPRISE!

Stay with me

The hour had stretched past midnight. I lay in bed waiting for my husband Harry to come home. He had called to tell me he had to stay at the studio for a while longer and that I shouldn’t wait for him to go to bed. But I couldn’t sleep. Not until he came home.

My eyes had started to flutter when I heard the front door close. A couple minutes later Harry walked quietly into our shared bedroom. I decided to pretend I was sleeping.

“Fuck.” I heard him whisper, after tripping over something. Probably whilst trying to get out of those god damn skinny jeans.

I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he laid down next to me, his front to my back. His strong arm draped over my body, pulling me closer to his warm body. Our legs perfectly intertwined in a cuddling position.

He smoothed my hair with is hand and started whispering in my ear. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be home with you sooner. I know you wanted to have dinner together. I’m so sorry.” He let out a sigh. “I love you so much, (Y/N).”

His words made my heart swell. I knew he had to work a lot and I was okay with it, but today I was feeling very sensitive. We haven’t seen each other all day. I really needed to spend some quality time with Harry.

I turned around in his hold, to face him. I put my small hand in his face, caressing his cheek and looked him straight in the eyes. “I love you Harry, so much.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” He murmured, holding me closer to him, our foreheads touching.

“You didn’t. I was already awake.” I said. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Harry sighed softly. “I’m a shitty husband.” He said.

“No, you’re not Harry. Please don’t think that.” I leaned closer, closing the small space between our lips and kissed him. My hands roamed down his chest and his larger ones rested at the small of my back, slipping under my t-shirt.

The kiss was getting heated, our tongues fighting one another for dominance. It was getting way too hot under the covers so I pulled the blankets off our warm bodies and we broke the kiss, breathless.

“It’s getting late. You should try to sleep.” Harry spoke softly to me, our lips barely touching. I could see his green eyes were clouded with lust and love. He didn’t really want me to go to sleep just yet but he was thinking about what was best for me, not him.

“I don’t want to sleep. Not yet.” I locked my gaze with his, as I trailed my fingertips down his torso, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers.

Slowly I started palming him through the thin fabric that was growing tighter by the second. Soft whimpers leaving Harry’s mouth as I teased him a beat. “(Y/N), please..”

I complied straight away, not wanting to tease him any further. Tonight I just wanted to make him feel good. Show him how I love him and how much I need him.

Before I could start, he tugged at my t-shirt. “Take it off, love. I want to see you.” His voice coming out husky.

I got rid of the white fabric, revealing my pink lace underwear to him. “Beautiful.” He breathed, his eyes and hands raking over my body, taking in every detail, every curve.

I wrapped my hand around his length, freeing him from his tight boxers. I slowly start to pump up and down, causing him to bite his bottom lip in an attempt to stop the moan from leaving his mouth.

“Baby, your hands feel so good around me.” Harry says with is hoarse voice, caressing my cheek with his knuckles.

I start pumping him faster. Circling my thumb around his tip every time I bring my hand up. Throaty groans leave his mouth as he watches my movements intently.

“Fuck baby. Don’t stop” he whispers and rests his head in my shoulder. His curls tickle me as he latches his full lips on my sweet spot, just below my earlobe. He starts sucking on the patch of skin and I know it’s going to leave a mark.

I grip him a bit tighter in my grasp, increasing my speed.

“(Y/N), I’m g-gonna come.” Harry moans and presses his lips against mine.

I massage the tip in my hand, before easing down his length and speeding up. Sweat clamming his skin as he came closer to his climax. I felt him twitch in my grasp. He was ready.

“Come for me, Harry.” My words are enough for him to let go, shooting his load on my hand and stomach. He moans my name as waves of pleasure spread through is body.

“That was amazing.” Harry says breathless. He leans in to give me a passionate kiss, thanking me. After I pull back, I put my hand to my lips, tasting his salty juices.

We never break eye contact as Harry picks the white liquid from my stomach with two of his long fingers, leading them to my lips. I take them in my mouth and start sucking them clean, swirling my tongue around. I can feel my lace panties getting wetter.

Harry gulps. He was getting hard again. I smirk at him as he removes his fingers from my mouth. He rolls us over so that he’s hovering over me. He leaves feathery kisses from my neck to my jawline to my cheek, stopping at the corner of my mouth. I tangle my hand in his soft curls and pull him towards me, kissing him passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

Soft whimpers leave my lips as Harry’s expert hands massage my chest, only to be swallowed by his greedy mouth. I arched my back off the bed so Harry can unclasp my lace bra. After he takes it off he latches his pink lips on one of my nipples, pinching the other one with his thumb and forefinger.

“H-Harry, please. I want you.” My breath hitched in my throat when Harry bit down softly on my nipple.

“What do you want, (Y/N)? Tell me.” Harry asks, pulling himself upward so he’s facing me. I could feel his hard member in my core, making me shiver.

“I want you inside me, Harry. Now.” I demand, yearning the feel of him.

He aligned himself with my entrance and slowly eased himself deep inside of me. I groan at the intense feeling, gripping him tighter against my naked body. “I love you, Harry.” I murmured. He kissed me deeply. “I love you, (Y/N).”

He pulled back and rolled himself into me again. His slow and steady pace making me feel every inch of his cock filling me up.

“You feel so good (Y/N)” Harry moaned into my neck, biting the skin softly. He grips my thigh and puts it higher on his torso, creating a new angle.

I let out a loud moan as he hits my sweet spot with every thrust. Tightly holding my waist with one hand, he speeds up his pace concentrating on getting deeper and deeper. I move my hips to meet his thrusts, making it even more pleasurable. “Shit.” Harry groaned, his voice husky, still rocking into me with an impeccable rhythm.

“H-Harry! I’m-” Harry’s lips cut me off my sentence, kissing me hard. “I know baby. I know.” He breathed.

He skimmed his hand down my stomach and started rubbing my clit in fast hard circles. “Oh fuck.” I groaned, tugging at his hair. I could feel my orgasm building up in the pit of my stomach. Getting closer and closer with every hard thrust. “Harry! I’m gonna cum.”

“Just let it go baby.” He whispered in my ear, whilst pinching my clit with his fingers. “Come for me, (Y/N).”

His words are enough to make me come undone, my legs shaking. My walls tightening around him as I reach my climax. After a couple thrusts Harry reaches his own climax, humming my name.

After giving me a quick kiss, Harry lays down next to me. “That was great.” I say breathless.

“Yes it was.” Harry says with a smile. He pulls me closer to him and I lay my head in his chest.

“Are you spending the rest of the day with me? Or do you have to leave?” I ask him. I really want to spend more time with Harry, I miss him.

“I’m not leaving baby girl. Today I’m all yours.” He leans in and kisses my forehead gently. “Now go to sleep, it’s late.”

I entwine our hands and close my eyes, the sound of Harry’s heartbeat lulling me to sleep.


A/N - Sorry if it sucks. I might do part 2 :)

In the Air Tonight (CS AU One-Shot)

Summary- One-shot AU. In an attempt to forget about her ex, Emma sleeps with someone else to only discover she can’t leave the past behind but is it already too late for her happy ending? (Very angsty and smutty) 

AN- OMG this is my 20th work on fanfiction. Exciting! 

Word Count- 3100

Rated M for adult content



Killian was jarred from his slumber by an insistent knock at the door.

He groaned low in his throat at the sudden annoyance, rubbing his tired face against the soft downy pillows beneath him.

The knocking persisted, forcing him out of his warm comfortable bed.

He blindly retrieved his discarded sweatpants from the floor and tugged them on, his eyes glaring at the red numbers of his alarm clock that read, 3:28.

The knocks grew more demanding as he padded through the living room toward the door, pushing his arms through the holes in his shirt.

The soft cotton material rested at his elbows as he held the knob securely while he hurriedly unclicked the lock keeping the chain guard in place to peak out the door and was stunned to find his ex waiting on the other side.

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