Does he tuck it to the right or the left on purpose? Or does he play it where it lies?
Today’s picture clearly shows Niall hanging to the left
Here is another example of it hanging to the left:
but in these pics, he’s tuckin to the right:
We need to know your methods, Horan. I’m more than willing to do the hands on research necessary to provide the masses with the proper empirical evidence to prove the hypothesis: Does he tuck it to the right or the left on purpose? Or does he play it where it lies?
Description: You and your friend have been dating Jay Park and Simon Dominic of AOMG for quite a while before they both decided that their careers were getting in the way of your relationship as their schedules were getting busier by the day. An encounter in a club located in Seoul happens a month after both relationships ended.
Word Count: 3827 words
Your hips swayed once more on the beat of a menacingly slow song before you left the dance
floor, making your way towards the bar. Your friend lifted her hand in the air to attract the
bartender’s attention and she ordered what was probably your favorite drink, seeing as she knew
all too well what this little escapade was about. To be fair enough, you both needed it more than
you actually thought. It felt good to let go for once. After all, it’s been over a month since it
happened and you never got a call or anything close to that.
Your hand gripped the shot of Jager and you gulped it down, allowing the burning sensation to set
in your throat for the third time tonight.
“Do you think they know we’re in Seoul?” (H/N) asked, eyeing you from behind her cocktail glass
as you traced your finger around the mouth of the now empty shot.
“If they do, they did a poor job of actually finding us,” you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze
towards the bartender. Your hand shot up in the air as soon as he looked at you and you motioned
for him to bring you another glass of the fiery drink.
"They come out here frequently, I don’t think
they want to find us though, so,“ you shrugged, emptying another shot of Jager, “let’s at least have
Your heels hit the floor as you got up on your feet and dragged your friend back on the dance floor,
swaying your hips once again, catching every note of the song in mesmerizing moves of your body.
Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them and got all caught up in the mood, not even feeling your
own breathing but the sound of your heartbeat succumbing to the body-vibrating bass. You forgot
all about Jay, about the breakup and the lame excuse he gave you, his whispered "I love you” as
you ended the call, tears pouring down your cheeks.
The animalistic side of you drew you further into the mass of people dancing out of sync as you felt
a single presence behind you, imitating your moves.
"All alone tonight?“ you barely heard the voice over the blasting music.
You bobbed your head up and down into a nod, pointing at your friend that was currently too lost in
the music to notice, "only with her.”
Cassian wearing loose, low-rise grey pants to train in is super important.
• During the warmer months, he trades in his leathers for looser, thinner pants. As well as being completely shirtless. He doesn’t want to get heat stroke, does he?
• The pants are fitted at the top, in the front and back. Which gives anyone Nesta full view of his generous ass and bulge.
• But they’re looser as they go down, so he has full range of motion when he and Az practice kick-boxing.
• The waistline of the pants are so low that you can see his hip bones. The divots on his lower back. His prominent “V” in the front. And occasionally catch a glimpse of dark hair down low.
• Cassian is well-groomed, but he’s got hair. Not that Nesta’s ever been curious to see if it’s as soft as the hair on his face and head.
• The pants are so low, you still cannot see the ending of recently inked tattoos.
One day, Nesta observes, “Those are new. It looks like it must’ve hurt.”
Before she can take back her words, Cassian’s head whips up to reveal the cockiest grin she’s ever seen. “I wasn’t aware you paid such close attention and curiosity about my-” He pauses, twirling the training staff and licking his lips. Waggling his eyebrows he purposefully thumbs his waistband lower. Still no sign of the ending of the tattoo. And further revealing the dark hairs that Nesta never thought about. “Nether-regions.”
Nesta cannot believe the sight before her. The hot sun did her no favors as it had been tanning his already golden body, and made it glisten with sweat from the heat.
“Could’ve used your hand, you know.” He smirks, pointing the staff at her.
She blinks as he walks over to a bucket of water and pours it down his head. Causing anything that might’ve been left to the imagination to become clear as day.
“What?” She finally spits out.
Feigning an innocent tone and thumbing his low waistband once more, he says, “To hold through the pain of course.”
Her train of thought was completely derailed at the sight of him in those pants. Soaking wet. With those tattoos. He grinned like a wolf because he knew, and she tried desperately to avoid those gleaming hazel eyes. “Hold what?”
Cassian chuckled, twirling the staff once more before he walked toward her. His long legs closed the distance between them in three strides.
She could feel him dripping on her before she looked up at his face. But did she want to look up when she saw where the sweat and water dripped toward?
“Your hands, sweetheart. In mine.”
Her body betrayed her when her eyes wandered down, down, down…
“What?” Cassian’s voice was rough. The smile that was still plastered across his face and the boyish dimples did nothing to calm her down. “Do you wish to see it, Nesta?”
The tattoo or something else entirely, Nesta wasn’t sure what he meant. Nor was she sure what she’d-
Cassian took a step back and shook his hair out. “Perhaps some other time. I’m quite busy at the moment.”
Nesta watched as he swaggered back to where he had been exercising. The tattoos that covered his arms, shoulders, and much of his back looked incredible on full display. The perfectly formed ass… His back muscles…
Those pants… Those pants further inspired every fantasy she had. And inspired fantasies she never knew she wanted but wouldn't likely forget.
Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing: A Misha x reader x Jensen in which the reader is Misha’s girlfriend, but has a thing for Jensen. Jensen returns the feelings, and they surprise the reader by telling her they’ve shared before.
Word Count: 2100ish
Warning: smut, threesome
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO
You tried to ignore it, and since you realized that wasn’t going to help, you’ve just been trying to hide it. But he knows.
You’ve been caught staring at Jensen one too many times, have laughed too loudly at his jokes, have let yourself text him about silly things in the middle of the night, and now Misha knows.
Summary :Jungkook finds out you never had an orgasm before.
A/N :Probably one of the last drabbles I’ll write before my finals. Inspired by a dream, don’t ask. Feedback or a questions, everything is here !
“You’re lying.”, stated Jungkook, confidence dripping from his words. He had dropped his phone on his bed, one of his legs extended to the end of the matress, the other bended against his chest. You couldn’t see him, laying on your back, facing the ceiling of his room, but you could feel his eyes on you.
Rubbing your palms against your eyes, your groaned, wishing your best friend never started this conversation.
“Jungkook, I’m not lying okay.”, you sighed, leaving the back of your hands on your forehead. “Can we stop talking about this now ?”, you whined.
The boy stayed silent for a bit, and you thought that for once, just for once, he would let go. But that’s not knowing Jeon Jungkook.
“So you don’t know what an orgasm feels like ?”, he asked and you rolled your eyes, silently cursing your best friend.
It was just a normal conversation at first, until Jungkook started talking about his exploits. Again, it wasn’t a new thing, you and your best friend were comfortable talking about sex, but only if it was his sex life, because your sex life was inexistent. You never talked about it to Jungkook, but you thought he knew you were a virgin; apparently not.
“No.”, you answered, feeling heat rise on your cheeks, damn you just wanted to sink in the floor.
Silent filled the room again, before you felt the matress move. Crawling beside you, Jungkook layed on his stomach, supporting himself with his elbow. His eyes were still on you, but you couldn’t dare look at him, heart beating a bit too fast, talking about such an intimate thing was strange.
“Have you ever touched yourself ?”, purred Jungkook, and something immediately changed in the air. Was he really asking you this question ? He wasn’t going to let it slide, did he ?
“Y/N.”, called the boy, but his voice was still as loud as a whisper, as if he was afraid to talk louder, afraid to break something. Maybe he was afraid to break the thin confidence you were building up, finally answering.
“Yeah.”, but again, your voice was as quiet as his.
He moved again, your eyes finally catching his own. You would laugh at his way too serious face and furrowed eyebrows if you weren’t in such a situation. He released the bottom of his lips that he was unconsciously biting, getting a little bit closer to your body. One of his hand pressed on the matress beside you head, the sudden weight of his body making you groan.
“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing ?”, you asked. You wanted him to hear the annoyance in your voice, but the question fell in a breath as his head dropped way to close to your own.
“Don’t you want to know how it feels like ?”, he mewled, stroking your hair. Your breath got caught, the sudden change of attitude leaving you stunned. Your breath got heavier, swallowing again as your throat got awfully dry.
A gasp left your lips as Jungkook’s head dropped, not waiting for an answer. His lips pressing a line of kisses down your neck, his right hand stroking your side, lifting your shirt up little by little.
It felt like seeing your best friend in a new light. Strangely, you didn’t feel repulsed, quite the contrary, your skin was growing hotter and all you wanted to do was to push the boy’s head down, forcing him to kiss further down, dying to feel his fingertips linger on your skin.
Your body relaxed as he kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, but the feeling soon disappeared, a whine leaving your lips.
“Answer me.”, rasped Jungkook. He darted his tongue out, tracing the shape of your ear, his hand finally sneaking under your shirt, his thumb drawing circles above the hem of your underwear. “Do you wanna know ?”, he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“Yes.”, you gasped, catching your lower lips between your teeth. You were anxious in a way, he was your best friend after all. But stangely, you couldn’t see anyone else but Jungkook on top of you. You could feel the boy’s lips stretch in a smile against your ear, before attacking your neck again.
Your hand flew to his hair, your head thrown back, giving him more access.
“If something feels wrong, tell me and I’ll stop.”, he started, voice quiet as he looked into your eyes. And god, they were a shade darker, pupils blown wide, holding silent promises. “I want to make you feel good.”, he purred as you nodded after swallowing the built of saliva.
“Now, tell me. How do you touch yourself ?”, he husked, licking his lips.
Your throat went dry again, gasping for air. You didn’t know where that confidence came from, but you opened your mouth, carefully watching his reaction. “I tease myself throu-”, but you couldn’t finish your phrase, a gasp leaving your lips as Jungkook pressed a finger on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.
“Like that ?”, he cooed, a cocky smile streching his lips. You nodded, eager to see and feel his next move. Jungkook ran his finger along your folds, feeling the wet patch starting to form. “God, you’re already wet.”, he quietly laughed, catching his lip in his teeth. You wanted to respond, but you got cut off by a sigh leaving your mouth as Jungkook pressed his fingertip on your clit, rubbing small circles, his lips parting.
“What do you do next ?”, he breathed, eyes glued on you, your face, your body, how you reacted to his touchs. You inhale, trying to collect yourself, “Take my panties off and start rubbing my clit.”, and you couldn’t even believe the words leaving your mouth. But the thought left your mind as the boy on top of you followed your orders, pulling the fabric to the side, the air hitting your heat, his fingertip pressing on the nub, and you immediately felt intoxicated.
He knew what he was doing, his digit moving in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hips accidently bucked, Jungkook’s finger pressing harder as a moan left your lips.
“More.”, choked, lightly tugging the boy hair. He looked up, cheeks and lips rosy, before moving lower, placing a single kiss above the hem of your underwear. He stopped his movements, a whine leaving your lips. Spreading your wetness, he added another finger, parting your folds before lightly pushing in your entrance. Closing your eyes, his other hand grabbed your hair, tugging at it, exposing your neck as his lips started attacking your skin again.
Capturing your skin between his teeth, he softly bit on it, fully pushing his finger in. Your exhaled, trying to adjust with the new feeling. Jungkook silently waited, sucking on your neck.
“Jungkook”, you breathed, signaling him to move, and he understood, his finger pumping in and out. His name fell in a broken moan tumbling from your lips, a hiss escaping from his own, his pants starting to grow tighter. You closed your eyes as he added another finger, deliciously stretching your walls.
“Look at me.” he growled, he movements growing faster, his thumb drawing forms on your clit. Opening your eyes, you attempted to keep eye contact, trying not to roll your eyes as he curled his fingers. Your head moved backwards as your hips moved against his hand, the one he wasn’t using grabbing your jaw.
Hair falling in front of his eyes, he licked his lips, before crashing them on yours. A gasp left your lips, it’s not like you never kissed him, but behind every kiss was the taste of alcohol, but not in this one. Moving against each other, your body melted against his soft lips and his touch, moaning against his mouth.
Your mind was fogged, you didn’t know were to focus, the kiss growing sloppy as he bit your bottom lip. On the other hand, Jungkook was trying his best to stay focused on you, and not buck his hips against the matress, his bulge now clearly visible. His thumb started rubbing your clit again, a loud moan coming from your lips as you started feeling a thigh knot in your stomach, your walls tightening around his digits.
“Are you gonna cum ?”, purred Jungkook agaisnt your lips, his fingers moving faster. You could only nodd, closing your eyes as you felt your climax approach.
“Fuck, come for me.”, growled Jungkook, his own breath uneven.
A mixture of curse words and your best friend’s name left your lips, holding tightly to his hair. Your eyes watered, gasping for air, your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, and the earth stopped spinning as a last loud moan left your lips.
Chest falling and rising with every irregular breath, your tried to process everything, blinking a few times. You caught Jungkook holding his fingers in front of his mouth, before wrapping his lips around his digits, the taste of your arousal on his tongue.
Head still spinning, you detailled the boy in front of you, before finally opening your mouth.
“Do you need help with that ?”, you asked, a small smile on your face as you gestured to his bulge.