started out innocent, little dares here and there to entertain each
other. From a young age, you and Jungkook would give each other
challenges, in order to see who was the bravest. But things get a little
less innocent when your best friend dares you to give him a lap dance
for his birthday.
A/N : “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo
memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.”, lyrics from Wet by JooYoung, translated in “Wet my heart, make it rain. So it won’t dry, so it won’t hurt.” Feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.
The music was still buzzing in your ears, a thin layer of sweat on your forehead from all the dancing, all you wanted to do was to get rid of all your makeup and your dress.
Jungkook signed beside you, he was still amazed by the party and all you organised for his day. Even though he was tired, he had told you he wanted to spend the entire night awake, even if he had to sleep for a whole week after.
“Jungkook, can we go to sleep ?”, you whined, taking your shoes off. A wave of relief taking over your body when your bare foot touched the floor.
“What ? No !”, he said, smacking your shoudler. He bent down to take your shoes.
“But I’m so tired.”, you whined, your finger touching the tip of his nose to get his attention. “Hey, Y/N, it’s my birthday, we do what I want to do.”, he playfully said, getting up.
You sighed, trying to act annoyed even though Jungkook could see a clear smile on your face. Your best friend walked towards his bedroom, leaving the lights off in his apartment, and you followed him, curious to know what he had planned for his birthday night.
The apartment was left silente as the two of you started to get comfortable. Jungkook’s place was like a second home to you, and when you stayed to sleep, it was like you lived together, having a specific routine.
The routine included borrowing one of his shirt and his bathroom to take your makeup off while he waited or prepared what he wanted to do.
You quickly got rid of the tight fabric hugging your body, before taking your makeup off. Carefully rubbing your eye makeup, you sighed when you saw that all you makeup up was gone.
Walking out of his bathroom, you catched your best friend’s attention. He was sitting, still in his white button up and black jean, on his bed.
“You didn’t get changed ?”, you asked, sitting in front of him. “I’ll get changed after.”, he simply said. He threw his phone somewhere, his head falling in his hand, elbow resting on his knee.
“Thank you for the party.”, he breathed. You smiled, rolling your eyes. “That’s what best friends are for !”, you chuckled.
You streched, your arms above your head. It was a stressful day, the party was a surprise, and you were afraid that something would go wrong. But thankfully, everything was perfect. Jungkook was happy, and it’s all that mattered.
You started to lay down, Jungkook’s shirt riding up, revealing your underwear. Jungkook’s back leaned agaisnt the headboard, looking at you.
“So, do you have plans on what you want to do ?”, you asked, getting comfortable on his bed.
“I actually do.”, he said, raising an eyebrow.
And you knew this expression, by heart. Whenever Jungkook had an idea, a dare for you, he would raise his eyebrow, a malicious glint in his eyes. You and Jungkook would give each other dares since the beginning of your friendship, it’s started simple, but sometimes would get one of you in serious trouble. Like that time when Jungkook stole a lipstick, and almost got caught.
You two were really competitive, neither of you liked to lose. Both of you also hated admiting that you couldn’t do something, and Jungkook knew it.
“I’m all ears.”, you said, getting up on your elbow.
Jungkook sighed, getting up of his bed, “Nevermind, I don’t think you’ll be able to do it.”, he said. He back was facing you, and you knew he had his stupid little smirk on his face when you jumped up, “Excuse me ?”
He fully got up, rolling his sleeves, “I had an idea, but I think it’s too much for you. I’ll get my computer so we can watch a movie.”
Your mouth dropped, eyebrows raised. He knew how to push your buttons, but you couldn’t help it, grabbing his shirt before he could exit his bedroom. He turned around, trying to hide his obvious smile under a surprised look.
“Is it a dare ?”, you asked. He looked down at you, lightly biting his lips, nodding. “Bring it on.”, you said confident.
Jungkook chuckled, taking his desk chair, sitting in front of you. “I wanted to give you this dare last year, since it was my 18th birthday, but I wasn’t there and-”
“Okay Jungkook, just tell me.”, you said, playfully pushing the chair with your foot, but before you knew, Jungkook grabbed your ankle, bringing you closer to him.
The boy started to unbutton the top of his shirt, as you unconsciously pressed your thighs together.
“Give me a lapdance.”, he breathed.
And you stopped breathing for a second, looking at Jungkook’s devilish smile. So that’s what he wanted, you thought. On one hand, you didn’t know if it was better to refuse, and be the target of his jokes for a week or so. But on the other, you didn’t want to give him this satisfaction, you wanted to erase his smirk. And odly enough, the idea of giving him a lap dance didn’t repulse you, rather, you wanted him to moan and brag about it for weeks.
You snapped when he got up of his chair, he got caught off garde when you pushed him, hand flat on his torso. His smirk made its way back, streching his lips, his tongue on his canine tooth.
It’s just for the dare, that’s what you were repeating again and again, but you both knew that you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want to. You placed your knees on each side of his hips, “At least give me some music.”, you whispered, as if you were afraid to talk.
Jungkook nodded, leaning forward to take his phone in his bed. His arm locked behind your back as he was also forcing you to lean backwards. His breath was ghosting over your hair, and somehow, his smirk was already fading.
He quickly unlocked his phone, his arm still around you, starting the music. The song started, and something immediatly changed in the air, you knew the song, the lyrics by heart and all the meaning behind it. Butterflies in your stomach, you started moving when you heard the voice of the singer. Your hips started slow movements over Jungkook’s crotch, your breath inching. You were focused on your best friend’s reaction, his eyes following your hips, lower lip caught between his teeth.
Your hands leaned on each side of Jungkook’s head, your head coming closer. Jungkook’s hand grabbed your hips, before you whispered, “I never said you were allowed to touch.”
He whined, fingers grabbing the arm rest. He was craving to feel your skin under his fingers tips, and guide your hips to move lower on his crotch. Unconsciously, you started humming the song, your lips dangerously close to his own.
Your hips started moving lower and lower, your closed heat lightly rubbing his jean. Your breath quicken as you slowly moved your hips back and forth. A smirk streching your lips when you saw Jungkook’s expression, digits still tightly grabbing the fabric of the chair, biting his lips, his eyes clouded with lust looking at you through his hair.
“How you feel about that ?”, you breathed, alongside the singer, before softly singing the beginning of the chorus, “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.*”
Jungkook moaned, his chest falling and rising with every irregular breath. “Take it off.”, he asked, and he sounded wrecked. Continuing your movements, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips. You were expecting him to immidiatly take your shirt off, but his hands traveled under your shirt, feeling your skin and your following your movements. His fingers dragging along your side, making goosebumps rise, before he grabbed the end of the fabric.
The shirt was thrown somewhere on the floor, revealing your panties and bra. Jungkook’s hands went back on your hips, running up and down your sides. You were pressing your heat more and more on the obvious bulge forming underneath the boy’s jean, a shaky breath leaving his lips.
His arms locked behind your back, bringing you closer to his torso, his head dropping in the crook of your neck. His lips started leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck as the second song started. You paused to catch your breath, Jungkook’s head rising to look into your eyes at Jay Park’s first lines.
His hands forced you down, making you fully grind on him, a moan coming from your lips. One of his hand grabbed the back of your head, lips crashing on yours. His lips were soft, contrasting with how aggresively he was kissing you. His teeth captured your lower lip, tugging at it before letting it snap back. He wanted to beat you at your own game, his lips ghosting over your ear while he sang along, “What I wanna do yeah.”
Your body reacted, hips bucking, a broken moan tumbling from his lips. His hands grabbed the hem of your panties, making you more harder on him, “Just like that.”, he breathed.
Biting your lips, heart pounding, your shaky hands grabbed the buttons of his shirt, hastily opening them. You were craving to feel his skin against your palms, a shaky breath leaving your lips when Jungkook took the fabric off his shoulders.
The music was just a background noise, a blur, alongside everything that wasn’t Jungkook. Your hips were still moving, not following the song anymore, only following the moans of Jungkook, soon interrupted when his lips met yours again.
The song stopped, maybe another one started, but neither of you cared. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook wrapped his arms in your back, getting up. You whined at the lost of friction, your hand tugging back your best friend’s fringe.
His head dropped back in the crook of your neck as the layed you down on his bed, teeth biting on your skin, making sure to leave a mark for you to remind for the days after.
The wetness between your legs was starting to feel uncomfortable but you punched the thought away, another part of you wanted to do something else. Jungkook was sucking on the skin of your collarbone, a moan escaping your lips, his body reacted, bucking his hips into yours with a groan.
All his torture and moans were making you dizzy, and you wanted him to feel as wrecked as you, your fingers quickly unbutonning his pants. Jungkook chuckled, his hand grabbing a jaw to make you look at him. “What are you doing ?”, he asked, clearly wanting to hear those filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth. You entered his game, looking at him dead in the eyes, “Let me suck you off.” He groaned, closing his eyes, before releasing your jaw.
He moved, letting you get up of the bed.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”, he breathed, watching you drop on you, getting up on his feets to be in front of you. You whimpered, his words making your head spin, not helping your ruined panties.
You swiftly took off his pants, licking your lips at the sight. The tip was as red as his swollen lips, pre-cum leaking from it. Jungkook’s hand, wrapped around his base, pumping up and down.
His was looking at you through his fringe before his other hand pushed his hair back, lips parted. “Suck.”, he breathed.
Your hand wrapped around his base, as his grabbed your hair. Your lips wrapped around his tip, humming at he salty taste of his pre-cum. A moan tumbled from Jungkook’s lips, trying not to buck his hips. Coating his tip with saliva, sucking on it, you carefully watched as Jungkook threw his head back, his chest falling and rising at an irregular pace. His throat was exposed, revealing his Adam’s apple, bobbing up and down.
“Take all of it.”, he said through gritted teeth. You obliged, replacing your hand with your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you started bobbing your head up and down. You focused on Jungkook’s moans, filling the room.
Keeping your tongue flat against your best friend’s dick, you tried to relax your jaw as the boy’s hand left your hair to caress your cheek. His moans were growing louder as he was getting closer, accidently bucking his hips a few times.
You knew that he was getting closer to his high, and all you wanted to see was his face as he came, but he stopped you when you started moving your head faster.
“Stop, I don’t want to come now.”, he said, helping you get up.
He hand went back to your jaw, his lips crashing once again on yours. Both of you were fighting for dominance, before his hand cupped your closed heat, a gasp leaving your lips.
“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so wet.”, he groaned, tugging at you earlobe. You sighed, arms wrapping around his neck.
“Did I make you that wet ?”, he asked, digits tracing your closed folds.
You nodded, eyes closed, unable to talk.
“Words.”, he said, stopping his movements for a brief moments.
“Yes.”, you whimpered, legs trembling.
Jungkook chuckled, an arm supporting you. His lips ghosted over yours, and with a low voice, he asked. “You’re going to let me have my way, aren’t you ?”
You nodded, eyes as dark as his, before he continued, “Get on your hands and knees for me kitten.” And your breath got caught in your throat, skin burning, heat aching, you got on Jungkook’s bed. He didn’t move, watching in awe as you waited for him.
“Jungkook.”, you whined, getting his attention. He got behind you, hands grabbing your hips. “Yes babygirl ?”, he asked, playing with the hem of your panties.
“Do something.”, you begged, and you could hear the boy’s smirk as he spoke, “So impatient.”
His hands caressed your skin, before continuing, “You’ve been such a good girl for me, I guess I want make you beg for this time.”
Finally, he took your panties off, placing himself behind you, you could feel his dick rubbing between your folds.
“So, so wet.”, he whimpered to himself, looking down. You lost the feeling of his skin, hearing him open his drawer to get a condom.
Soon enough, his digits dugged back into the skin of your hips, sucking a breath he asked, “What do you want, say it and I’ll give it to you.”
“Fuck me.”, you said, bluntly, and that’s all he needed, pushing himself into you. You moaned at the feeling, craving to get your release. On the other hand, Jungkook kept his eyes closed, mind fogged with the feeling of your walls around him.
He started slowly, trying to contain himself, he hips rolling against yours. You needed more, backing against his hips, Jungkook groaned, his fingers probably leaving bruises on the soft skin of your hips.
He chuckled, breathlessly, “So earger.”
You only moaned, your hands giving up when the boy started slamming in and out. Moans filling the room, you had to grip something, taking a fist full of the sheets. You were moaning into the matress, trying to muffle them, but Jungkook wasn’t having it.
One of hand traveled up your back, fingertips tracing your arched spine, before grabbing your hair. Pulling you into him, his arm arm wrapped around your stomach, his head droppping in the crook of your neck.
“I want everyone to hear who’s making you feel so good.”, he groaned, his finger drawing fingers on your clint. Eyes closed, the feeling was overwhelming, taking over all your senses. Mouth agape, you couldn’t care less, letting the moans tumbling from your lips.
Jungkook was a mess, moaning and groaning near your ear, he was getting closer, his breath short and uneven.
“Are you gonna cum for me ?” he asked, and you moaned, fingers intertwining with his hair. “So close.”, you breathed.
His thrusts grew harder, hitting a particular spot, and soon enough, your body gave up, a loud moan escaping your lips. Closing your eyes, your fingers probably leaving scratch marks in the back of Jungkook’s neck, you came around him.
“I’m gonna cum, so hard.”, he whined.
You knew he was holding himself, and he came in the condom right after, a loud moan filling the room as he fucked you through your orgasm, his breath heavy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, he cried out, his forehead on your shoulder. You collapsed on the bed, Jungkook following beside you, a layer of sweat clear on each other’s skin.
“Well, happy birthday.”, you said, making Jungkook chuckle, playfully hiting your arm before hugging you from behind.
There’s this thing every ARMY (un)consciously does where we have to watch a video several hundred times. 1st time for the content, 7 more times for each member, and three hundred and turdy seven thousand more for each and every finger movement, shoulder shoving and eye twitch from our ships.
Alec dragged his feet to the living room, looking for Magnus. It was late and the warlock hadn’t joined him in bed yet. When Alec had arrived to the loft after his last patrol, his boyfriend had been very busy working on something, and although Alec understood that work was important, he also knew that even the High Warlock of Brooklyn needed some rest.
“What are you doing?” Alec asked when he found Magnus sitting on the couch with his laptop practically glued to his lap.
“Nothing.” Magnus said, quickly closing the device. “Actually, I was about to go to bed.” He added, feigning a yawn.
Alec looked at him intently. It was obvious that his boyfriend was lying, Alec could see it in his eyes, besides, it wasn’t helping his case either that there were at least four empty mugs of coffee on the table. Alec didn’t know who Magnus was trying to fool, but it was obvious that he had no intention of going to bed any time soon.
“Go to bed,” Magnus said, leaving the laptop on the couch and picking up the mugs, “I’ll just take this to the kitchen and catch you there.”
Alec stood there waiting, but he was really curious to know what Magnus had been doing, so without thinking it twice, he grabbed the warlock’s laptop and opened it. “What’s this?” He asked Magnus when his boyfriend returned to the living room.
“Those are our names,” Alec said confused. The screen clearly said Magnus and Alec.
“Hmmm, yeah…I may have tricked a bunch of mundanes into thinking we were a very famous couple and that’s how we ended up there.”
“We’re losing.” Alec pointed out, because although the gap between the two couples was very small, it was evident that the other boys had a considerable advantage.
“Can’t you use your…” Alec said, wiggling his fingers to mimic the movement Magnus made each time he used his magic.
“No, even my magic can’t get pass the stupid captchas.”
“How much time do they have to vote?”
“The poll ends tomorrow at 8 o'clock New York time, 5 o'clock PT…so a bit more than 24 hours.”
“Hand me my bag,” Alec said with determination.
“There’s a laptop there that I use to work when I’m here,” Alec said, grabbing his stele he’d left on the table and quickly activating his stamina and speed runes.
“What do you need the laptop for?”
“We’re not going to lose this,” Alec explained, pointing to the screen. “I don’t care how silly this is, we’re gonna help these people win.”
Alec nodded. “You’ve been voting because you clearly want to win and I think we’ve already established how competitive I am, so we’re going to vote our asses off to win this Top TV Couple thing. I’m not going to let this other couple take this from us, not if I can help it, so go ahead, magic up more coffee—this is going to be a very long night.”
A jolt of hands, followed by a loud shriek and you suddenly find yourself wrapped within a strong pair of arms. Pressed firmly to his bare chest you hear the familiar chime of his laughter and you’re certain then that Jeon Jungkook would be the death of you. Lathered in scented suds you attempt to twist around within his grip only to slip upon the tiled floor, amusing him further.
Shower before class. Have a 9 a.m. class? Hop out of bed in the morning and head straight for the shower. It’ll wake you right up! Plus, your classmates will probably thank you.
Bring a water bottle, and drink plenty of H2O. Staying hydrated is a key factor in staying awake. Try putting ice in your water bottle; the cold water will keep you lively and alert.
Go to the bathroom. Walk off the sleepiness by taking a trip to the bathroom. The process of walking will get the blood circulating again. And don’t forget to take a stretch break while you’re in the hallway.
Bring eye drops. It’s hard to stay wide-eyed and awake when your eyes are dry and irritated from the lack of sleep. When they’re feeling dry, splash a couple drops in them. You’ll feel more refreshed and your eyes will be grateful.
Sit in the front row, or at least in the middle! The closer you are to the professor, the less likely you are to fall asleep due to volume. Not to mention the fear of getting caught dozing off will keep you wide awake!
Take note. If you are daydreaming, eventually that will turn into real dreaming when you fall asleep. It might be hard when you are so tired, but taking notes during class can help keep you awake. It will keep you focused on the class material and less focused on how tired you are.
Pressure points: Two of the best, and conveniently subtle, pressure points to keep you up are your earlobes and wrists. For your ear, while it may look like you’re just learning your cheek on your wrist, rub the area right above your lobe (or where a traditional ear piercing would be) between your thumb and index finger. Not only is it a fine motor movement to keep you active, but also invites blood to rush up towards your ear, and therefore, to your head. Or putting the inside of your wrists against something cold: the metal bar of your desk, the desktop, your laptop. The pressure point here will keep you awake!
Small, repetitive movements: Foot tapping and chewing gum, just like rubbing the pressure point in your ear, “wakes up” those muscles, returning blood to those areas and reinvigorating your blood circulation.
Hold your breath for a few moments. Every time you feel like you are falling asleep, hold your breath to a count of 100. You will become restless and more wakeful while you hold your breath. When you start breathing again, you’ll feel relieved and awake.
Tap your feet and drum your fingers. Even these slight movements will help get your circulation moving and keep you from falling asleep.
Avoid consuming too much sugar. Sugar will give you a short energy boost followed by a prolonged descent into sleepiness. Try a healthy energy boosting snack instead, for example, carrots. Carrots are a good energy booster, they’re healthy and won’t drain you of energy.
Snap a hair tie. Okay, this is a weird method but I swear it works for me. Seeing as I always have a hair tie on my wrist, anytime I feel myself falling asleep, I just snap the hair tie against my wrist to keep me awake. It doesn’t really hurt, but it is enough to keep you alert. Next time you feel like snoozing, just try it to see if it works for you.
A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog
“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you, baby girl. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jimin looked at you with a smirk. He pushed you off of his thigh and moved down the bed so that his head was now on the pillow. He motioned for you to move closer to him, eyeing you as you crawled closer. When you got within his arm’s reach, Jimin grabbed your waist and brought you on top of him, facing his legs. He pulled you by your thighs, so that you were now hovering above his face, the realization of what he was about to do sinking in, “I’ve been dying to find out how you taste baby, don’t make me wait any longer.”
Julius Caesar was stabbed by the Roman Senators, not hugged. Yet, if the ancient senators were actually Bewears, hugging Caesar would have been equally effective as a method of assassination. According to the Pokédex, Bewear has a habit of hugging its trainers…to death. So today, let’s figure out how this might happen.
The human spine, also known as the vertebral column, is a vital part of our skeleton and nervous system. It is made up of 33 different bones called vertebrae, separated from each other with intervertebral discs. The first seven (colored in red) are called cervical vertebrae and are located in your neck. The middle twelve bones in your back (in blue) are called the thoracic vertebrae. The lower back (in yellow) consists of the lumbar vertebrae. The last 9 vertebrae (5 in green / 4 in pink) are fused together and form the sacrum and the coccyx, or your tailbone.
It’s not easy to break a spine; the discs between each vertebrae are made of squishy cartilage that is specifically designed to absorb shock and prevent your back from breaking. The segmented nature of the vertebrae allows the back to bend in several directions, also to avoid breaking by being flexible. Not to mention the walls of muscle that surround it.
For death to occur, the individual vertebrae need to shift dramatically so they damage the nerve that runs through the middle of them. Typically, spinal-injury deaths are related to the phrenic nerve, which connects your brain to your lungs and allows breathing to happen. Several arteries also run through the vertebral column, and if they are pinched or crushed it can result in a stroke.
Of course, how much force needed to break a spine depends on whose spine you are crushing: children have more delicate spines than adults, and so on. However, it also depends on where on the spine you are crushing. The neck (cervical spine), for example, requires a force of 3,000 Newtons (roughly 700 pounds) to fracture. But Bewear doesn’t strangle its victims, it hugs them – so Bewear is attacking the thoracic and lumbar vertebrae. Various studies find the absolute limit for lumbar vertebrae to be about 1600 Newtons (360 pounds) of force.
This is surprisingly reasonable. Boxers and professional martial artists’ punches have been documented over 4,000 Newtons (900 pounds), and kicks can exceed 9,000 Newtons (2,000 pounds). Squeezing is a little different, since it is pure muscle work instead of a forward thrust, and human grip strength at its strongest is about 150 pounds. So you might not be able to crush a spine with your bare hands, but can Bewear crush a spine with its bear hands?
Probably. This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but most animals are stronger than humans in terms of muscle exertion. Some chimpanzees have been shown to be eight times stronger than humans. This is mostly because of the way we use our muscles: humans have developed a lot of control. We can finely tune our muscles, precisely control our finger movements, only using certain muscle fibers at one time. This saves us energy in many ways: you don’t have to use your entire bicep to lift up a pencil, like you might when you’re lifting weights. Other animals don’t have this control: It’s all or nothing for them. Physically, the way their muscles activate prevents them from having the fine control that we have. In other words, Bewear is incapable of giving a small hug. It can only give big, spine crushing squeezes.
Bewear’s hugs must deliver a force of 1600 Newtons (360 pounds) in order to break a trainer’s vertebral column.
Summary: Bucky finds you during a power outage in the Tower.
Warnings: smut, angst (almost nonexistent)
A/N: I wanted to do something more poetic like so I wrote this and my clock is currently reading 4:34 am and for all I know this may just come off as pure gibberish. I hope it’s at least a little bit entertaining to read…
pairing: min yoongi x reader • genre/warnings: smuut, oral,
fingering, dirty talking yoongi, because I can’t resist, slight hint of fluff
at the end, because who doesn’t want these two to be together, amirite? • words: 3,478 → summary: in which yoongi continues to show you what a real orgasm is…
You can request a blurb to be made from this list, or anything you’d wish for me to write. xx.
The two of you had been invited to someone’s birthday party.
It was a friend of a friend, but Harry was somehow on the list, and therefore,
so were you. Jeff and Glenne had also come, and it seemed that Harry knew every
single person he saw as he led you through the venue. There were slaps on the
backs, handshakes, and “aye, mate!” being thrown around. It felt as if it took
ages to get to a single open area of the room.
“I’ll get us some drinks,” Harry murmured in your ear and
you nodded, watching as he and Jeff strolled over to the open bar.
Glenne took a step next to you and bumped your shoulder. “You
better not leave me hanging, tonight,” she warned, a smile playing on her lips.
You giggled and raised your eyebrows at her apologetically.
Last time you had gone out with Jeff and Glenne, you’d stopped after a few
drinks. There was enough alcohol in your system to where you felt good, but
still had your bearings. Glenne, on the other hand, had gotten, for lack of a
better word, shit faced. She’d nursed a hangover the entire next day and
resented you for not being in the same boat as her.
“Hey, you should maybe try to take it easy,” you teased,
knocking her shoulder again.
“It’s a party,” she whined and grinned at Jeff and Harry
returned. Jeff handed her a drink and told her there was someone he wanted her
to meet, ushering her away before you could reply.
Harry handed you a glass, an apple martini. “Thank you,” you
said and reached up on your toes, giving him a quick kiss. You slid one arm
around his back as you brought yourself back down and snuggled yourself into
“Touchy tonight, aren’t we?” he teased.
“Hush,” you whispered, embarrassed for no reason at all and
stayed latched to his side all night until you’d had a few drinks and were able
to loosen up.
It was only after a couple hours and more drinks than you
would count, that Harry had become the touchy one. You could be talking to a
group of people and he’d snake his arms around your waist and dig in his face
in your neck, discreetly pressing kisses to your neck. Or, he’d just have to be
touching you in some way. You, however, were fairly clear headed, with just a
bit of a buzz.
Harry had taken a seat on a chair in the corner of the room
and pulled you onto his lap, once again digging his face into your neck. It
seemed that his face had made a home there, right where your shoulder dipped down.
He purposely sunk his teeth gently into your flesh, making you giggle and
squirm. “Harry!” you scolded jokingly. “Harry! Stop!”
He created a trail of kisses up your neck and to your ear.
His hot breath blew in your ear as he whispered, “Make me.”
You shivered, dipping your head down to catch his lips with
his before he had a chance to return to his new home. Harry’s free hand roamed
up your bare thigh, inching up the skirt of your dress. You broke your kiss and
brought your hand down, catching his hand before it could go any further. “What
if someone sees?”
Harry smirked, moving his hand up despite your grasp on it. “They
won’t,” he promised and pressed a light kiss to your jaw as he scanned the
room, everyone too preoccupied with each other to notice. You situated yourself
so that Harry would have enough access, but so that if someone happened to look
over, they wouldn’t see a thing. You hid your face behind his, pressing your
forehead into his cheek.
He slipped his hand under your skirt and pushed your soaked
panties to the side, running a finger down your slit. You could hear the slight
groan in his throat as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them up as he
explored deeper. A small moan escaped your lips and you pushed your forehead
harder into his cheek.
It might have been the fact that you were in such a public
place, and the fear of getting caught caused your adrenaline to course through
your veins, but it seemed that every movement Harry’s fingers made inside you,
brought you closer and closer to the edge.
“Yeh m’ good girl?” Harry whispered in your ear, pumping his
You nodded, a moan squeaking out through your closed lips. Harry
continued to pump, but brought his thumb up and pushed it against your
sensitive bud of nerves. “Ah, fuck,” you groaned.
“Keep quiet f’ me,” Harry warned. “Yehr fuckin’ soaked,
Harry’s thumb pressed harder against your clit, moving in
slow circles as his fingers brushed against your g-spot. “Harry, I-,” you
moaned quietly, digging your fingernails into his shoulder.
“Yeh gonna come f’ me, m’ good girl?” he asked, pressing a
kiss to your chin.
You nodded, and all it took was a few more quick movements
from Harry to have you coming undone, sinking your teeth into the fabric of his
shirt as you struggled to keep quiet. He slid his fingers out from you and you
jerked at the loss of contact, gasping back the air you had lost while trying
to stay unnoticed.
Harry reached up with his other hand and swiped your bangs
from your face, smirking in satisfaction. You sighed out a blissful giggle and
bit your lip, shaking your head. “I gotta get you drunk more often,” you muttered,
taking in Harry’s cocky appearance.
Harry lay sprawled across my body, his chest resting between my split legs and his head resting on my chest, his recently cut hair tickling under my chin in such as way that I had to frequently flatten it down to reduce the irritation. Harry would bat my hand away each time, grumbling about how I was messing his hair up.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the bright but cold winter light glinted between the clouds and through the window, casting odd shadows across the floor. Harry had been home for several weeks, working on his new music and resting following the completion of a long section of filming, but he had yet to really make much use of his time off, instead he chose to invade my personal space as often as he could and in any way that he could, from lying on top of me as I relaxed on the couch, to creeping into the shower as I had my face under the water and my back turned. He still hadn’t spent any time with his family, a fact that Anne never failed to remind him of on her near daily phone calls:
“When are you coming to see me Harry?”
“Have you booked the train yet?”
“You’re Gran is asking me when you’re coming up, what should I tell her?”
Each question was brushed off with a casual “I’ll do it soon mum” which was enough to satisfy her in the beginning but an excuse which was quickly wearing thin. Something about Harry’s entire demeanour was different, he would pass the almost daily calls from his mother to me, “You deal with her” he would say before sulking out of the room, and his overly touchy-feely needs towards me were becoming more extreme than normal. It was like he could barely stand to be alone.
Harry exhaled a soft sigh from below me, letting his body relax further into mine as I realised my fingers were no longer batting his hair away, they were playing with the soft strand, tugging them gently and wrapping them around my finger before releasing them and repeating. His sigh was followed by a contented groan.
“Harry what’s wrong?” I asked gently, my fingers continuing their movement to try and coax him into talk, something he had been more than reluctant to do over the past couple of days, touching yes, hugging, kissing, sex, that was all fine, but talking was becoming more and more of a chore.
“Nothing” he said quietly.
“Don’t lie Harry, I know something’s wrong, why won’t you just tell me?” I asked. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“It’s my mum… she’s” his sentence was broken by the obnoxious ring of the phone echoing through the house, pulling us both from the moment and making me jump slightly.
“She’s calling the bloody house again” Harry grumbled, amending the ending to his unfinished sentence as he removed himself, reluctantly, from between my legs and padded across the room before scooping up the phone.
He was quite for a moment as whoever was on the other end replied. I could already tell from the tension in his shoulders that the assumption that it was his mother was correct.
“Yes she’s here” he said, his eyes flickering to me momentarily before falling back towards the ground. He nodded once before thrusting the phone in my direction, leaving the room quickly as I answered.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Y/N, sweetheart it’s me” Anne chimed down the line, her voice, usually chipper, was lower and slower than usual, without the usual spark of energy it carried.
“Hi Anne, how are you?” I asked, shuffling in my seat to readjust the pillow behind my back.
“I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?” She said, disregarding my question.
“Of course, what’s wrong?”
“Has Harry been a bit off with you recently, like has be been acting any different around you or towards you?” She asked. Immediately my tension was sparked, it was true that Anne was now calling on a near daily basis, but her conversations, if they could even be called that, with Harry never lasted more than a few moments, and even when they did the talking was mostly conducted from Anne’s end of the line.
“Yeah, I guess he has, he hasn’t been talking to me as much as usual but he is also being quite clingy. Has something happened?” I replied.
“Has Harry told you anything, even mentioned what is bothering him?” She asked.
“No he hasn’t said a word, which is odd he usually tells me when something is wrong”. I had shifted so that I was now sitting up properly, with my feet placed firmly on the carpet and one of my elbows resting against my leg, my head propped in my hand.
“I’m pregnant, Y/N”.
It took several seconds before the magnitude of what Anne had just told me registered. Anne was pregnant, as 47, with her third child, Harry’s new either brother or sister. My stunned silence must have lasted a beat too long as she spoke again.
“Y/N?” She asked.
“Yeah, no, I’m still here, sorry. I just… I mean wow, congratulations” I stuttered, unsure what the appropriate response should be, support Harry in his now obvious anger at the situation, or be there for Anne in what should be a very exciting time for her.
“I know it’s a bit of a shock, Robin and I just got talking about how people are having babies later and later now, and one thing led to another and here we are” she chirped, a hit of her old enthusiasm back in her voice.
“How far along are you?” I asked.
“About 8 weeks” she said.
“Wow, this is big news Anne. How’s Gemma taken it?” I asked.
“She was a little surprised which is no less than I expected, but then she was happy. She’s taken it better than Harry at least” she sighed. I hummed in agreement, Harry really wasn’t taking it well at all.
“I was hoping you would speak to him for me” she said.
“I don’t know Anne, this seems like something that should be discussed by the two of you” I hesitated, shaking my head slightly before I realised that she couldn’t see me.
“Please Y/N, he won’t listen, you know what he’s like. I was just hoping that you might be able to explain to him that this isn’t such a bad thing, him being a big brother and all, I know he’ll love it, you’ve seen what he’s like with other children. Please just try, for me?”. It took a little more convincing before I finally agreed. The gratitude flowed from Anne in quick waves.
“Congrats again Anne, this really is good news and I’m very happy for you both. Give my best to Robin” I said before we hung up.
“I will sweetie, thank you again. Bye” she beamed before hanging up.
I sighed as I hung up the phone as well before placing it on the coffee table in front of my and running my hands down my face.
“So this is ‘really good news’ then is it?” Harry asked. I jumped to my feet and turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms folded tight across his chest and brows furrowed low. I wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there but he’d clearly heard enough.
“Well, isn’t it? Your mum’s pregnant Harry”
“I’m well aware she’s pregnant” he spat.
“Harry stop, this is good news, you’ll be a big brother” I coaxed but clearly to no avail as he continued to glower at me.
“I don’t want to be a big brother, I’m fine with the way things are” he grumbled. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and frowned at him.
“You’re jealous. You’re jealous cause you think that this is going to take some of the attention off you. That’s it isn’t it?” I challenged. I was a little surprised, it wasn’t a surprise to me that Harry was a jealous person, often I would catch him glaring across rooms at boys would had looked at me the ‘wrong way’, but to find him jealous of a baby that wasn’t even born yet, who was barely even a person in his mothers womb, I wanted to laugh out loud.
“That’s not it” he said, the underlying anger that he had been suppressing for the past couple of weeks beginning to drip into his voice. He began to turn away from me to head upstairs.
“Then what is it then?!” I asked, my patience wearing thin with his indignant attitude.
“I’M JEALOUS BECAUSE THEY HAVE A BABY AND WE DON’T!” He yelled, spinning back to face me. “They have had three babies and we haven’t had one Y/N, I want one!” He cried.
I opened and closed my mouth like a goldfish. I wasn’t surprised to find that Harry wanted children, it was something that I had suspected many times before, but never did I think his desire for one was as powerful as this.
“Why have you never spoken to me about this before?” I asked gently. Harry’s guard was crumbling, his arms fell to his sides and his gaze softened.
“’Cause I knew you’d say no, you’ve just finished Uni and you want to find a job and start your career, a baby would ruin that” he said.
“You should have at least spoken to me about it” I said. He shook his head.
“I knew you wouldn’t want one” he sighed. The corner of my lips twitched as I watched the defeated boy in front of me. I shook my head and walked towards him, taking both his hands in mine.
“You’re wrong” I said softly, my lips pulling up in to a smile as Harry gazed at me with a mixture of wonder and slight hesitation for fear this could all be too good to be true.
“Would you like to make a baby with me Harry Styles?”
Hey everyone, first imagine in a while. I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think please!
I switched violin teachers when I was ten years old and went from one teacher preparing me for arm vibrato to a new teacher that taught only wrist vibrato. Many of you at this point are probably like “wait, there are different kinds of vibrato?” Yeah, kind of. Some people make the distinction between arm vibrato, wrist vibrato, and finger/knuckle vibrato. In arm vibrato, you’re moving your arm from the elbow with the wrist staying straight,
while with wrist vibrato you’re bending from the wrist while your arm is staying mostly still.
With finger vibrato, your finger is doing something on its own (but from what I can see, the arm is still moving). But which vibrato is the best kind? Since I could only do wrist vibrato and most of my friends do arm vibrato, I was pretty concerned about this, so I asked my teacher.
He said that he does a combination of different types of vibrato and doesn’t necessarily differentiate between them when he’s playing. Arm vibrato is often used in the most intense passages, while he does a lot of wrist vibrato in most of his playing. But he focuses on the movement of the finger.
When you do vibrato, the joint closes to your fingertips needs to be flexible. Not so loose that it collapses too easily, but able to open and close as your finger moves. You can also think about rolling back onto the left side of your finger (from your view point).
Note: the angle/way the finger works will change depending on which finger you use, but your knuckle should be flexible for all of them.
Also note: the movement in all of these gifs was slightly exaggerated
Okay, so we focus on the finger rather than worrying about if we’re doing “arm vibrato” or “wrist vibrato” and figure out what works best for us. The one thing you want to avoid is moving your arm and wrist at the same time in such a way that they cancel each other out!
So I asked my teacher: How would you teach a beginning student? Would you teach like arm or wrist vibrato?
He said he would teach them the finger movement (in which the arm is not perfectly still, but focus is on the finger). I watched him and it looked exactly like arm vibrato. But then he said he would also have them do exercises as seen at stringpedagogy.com in which the arm and wrist are freely flexible, so the student won’t be told to keep their wrist stiff. That way, they can use their finger + arm movement or wrist movement to create the sound they need in any situation.
“We’re going for a sound,” he said. So focus on the sound you’re making.
I hope this helps someone! Vibrato can be super difficult and confusing.
A snippet of what might have happened the first night Jack spent in Madison in July 2015, bc I had an hour to kill and I was thinking about how Jack was Eric’s first everything.
He definitely liked kissing, Eric decided.
The way Jack’s lips were soft and firm at the same time, pressing and sliding against his. The way they moved, sucking just a little at his lower lip, then at his upper lip, not demanding, but so warm and inviting.
Jack’s breath on his face.
Jack’s lips parted, encouraging Eric’s to part. That was good. Very good. So was the sound Jack made when Eric followed his example and sucked Jack’s lower lip between his, just a little.
Jack’s tongue, touching the inside edge of Eric’s lips, then then licking further when Eric opened his mouth wider on a quiet moan.
Jack tasted good.
Eric experimented a bit more, letting his tongue push forward, feeling Jack’s teeth, tasting a hint of the bitterness of the beer he’d drunk after dinner. Then tasting something almost sweet. Jack.
Jack’s hands, cradling Eric’s head, supporting him but not controlling his movements. Jack’s fingers, brushing through the short hair at the nape of his neck.
Jack’s lips, moving to trail tiny kisses down the side of Eric’s neck. Jack’s smell, his soap and deodorant and Jack, in the air around Eric.
Eric knew the wooden slats of the back porch swing were digging into his hip where he was turned to face Jack as well he could. He knew it was uncomfortable. He didn’t care. He’d gladly stay here forever, wrapped in the warm summer darkness, shielded from his parents windows by the porch roof, well away from any curious neighbors.
Eric figured Jack liked kissing, if only from the way he had kissed Eric when he found Eric in Jack’s old room after graduation, then left with a promise to text.
Those brief kisses – just a few (three) presses of lips – those had been wonderful, and they gave Eric hope that when it came to it, he would like kissing. That he would like kissing Jack.
But he wasn’t entirely sure. The only other kiss he had – well, half a kiss, maybe – with the rugby player (Benjamin? Bradley?), hadn’t felt anything like this. When Benjamin (Eric was going to go with that, even if it wasn’t his name) had swooped over him in the booth at Annie’s, it had felt intrusive. His breath was hot, and Eric felt overheated and exposed as he twisted away, their mouths barely meeting as Eric moved to stand and flee. He felt equal parts guilty – most people would be OK with a kiss on a second date, right? – and angry, because Benjamin should have asked first. Maybe Eric would have said yes. Maybe if they weren’t in a crowded coffee shop.
This felt nothing like that. This was the silky texture of Jack’s hair in one hand, the solid muscles of his chest under the other. It was Jack’s lips exploring and asking, never demanding and taking. Although Eric was starting to expect that at some point, he would like that. This was Jack-110-percent-Zimmermann bringing all his focus to bear on making Eric feel amazing with just his mouth. This was safety and comfort and trust, and a frisson in Eric’s spine when he thought about taking it further. In a bed. Without wooden slats.
Eric dragged his lips to the corner of Jack’s jaw, feeling the stubble that had appeared there.
Kissing was definitely good, he decided.
“Hmmm?” Jack said. “Yes, kissing is good. Definitely.”
Lord, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. No matter. It was true.
Eric leaned up to capture Jack’s mouth again.