it makes you float in the air and your legs and arms are tucked inside your torso

Party of the year; C.H.

The party had been going on for quite some time. The first hour or so, I spent alone, roaming the rooms of Kyle’s parents’ house. He always threw the best parties – so I’ve heard. This was the first one I actually attended. I was pleasantly surprised when my gaze caught his, Calum usually never came to these sorts of things. He didn’t really hold up with the popular, sporty types. Luke, one of his best friends, was on the baseball team, but he was more of a musical type – a band geek if you could really call him that.

As soon as our gazes met a vibrant smile erupted from Calum’s lips. He stumbled his way towards me, excusing himself whenever he would practically run someone over. I awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I waited for him to reach me. “Fancy seeing you here.” He smiled, his fingertips lightly brushing over my exposed arm.

“Well, if I want the complete experience, a party is in order now and then. Why are you here?” I smiled in return, toying with the edge of my red plastic cup to avoid Calum’s piercing eyes.

“I lost a bet with Luke. He’s my designated driver tonight.” Calum laughed so heartily, I felt my chest tightening as I let my eyes wander over his frame. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
“Now you see how highly he thinks of me.” Calum winked before he was roughly pushed into me, by none other than Luke himself. “Caaaaal. Mate I think I might get lucky tonight.” Luke motioned his head to a girl in the back, giggling with her friends before she throws a wave in our direction.

“Aaah! Y/n! Lovely to see you here, m’lady.” Luke bows in front of me and I try to suppress a chuckle leaving my lips as I amusedly grin at a frowning Calum. “Are you – Are you drunk?” Calum’s eyes widened before his fist collided roughly with Luke’s shoulder, who stumbled to the floor.

“Ah man, I only had a few drinks. Nothing major. I’m good to drive.” Calum didn’t respond to his mate, instead, he held out his hand to me. “Care for another drink, Y/N?”

“You know, I’ve had a few drinks myself but I’ll walk you home if it makes you feel better?” I offered grinning to a moping Calum who was fixing me up with another drink. It drew a laugh out of him, one that I was desperate to hear some more. I gingerly took my drink from his outstretched hand and bit my bottom lip.

“Shouldn’t that be the other way around?” Calum mimicked my voice from before and my smile was so bright it started to hurt my cheeks. “Whatever floats your boat, Cal.”

And that’s how I ended up just one hundred meters away from my house, Calum leisurely strolling besides me as he told me about this new song he had been working on for the past couple of weeks. I had drank quite a bit at Kyle’s party and I felt slightly lightheaded, but confident. Calum had indulged in the same amount, although I think he was just better armed against the alcohol percentage.

“So… This is me.” Silence fills the air while I press my lips together, wobbling on my feet. “Glad I didn’t lose my manliness and got you home safe.” Calum jokes, licking his bottom lip as his eyes dart towards my illuminated front porch. “Do you – do you maybe want to come inside for a bit?”

“Won’t your parents mind?” Calum questions but already starts to lead me towards my own house. “They are out themselves.” I mumble, letting my fingertips brush against Calum’s open palm. He realizes my intentions and his fingers curl around my own while he pulls me closer to his radiating warm body.

As I let the door click closed behind me, Calum stands there, hands in his pockets, awaiting my next move. This had been a long time coming, something both of us had been toying with in our minds and I was ready to take the leap.

I step closer to him, letting my flat hands rest on his rather toned chest. His cup my neck and before I even realise it properly, I have my lips pressed against his, first tentative, rather exploringly as I let my hands roam. Our kiss starts to get more heated, Calum pressing me into the wall near the stairs.

I press against his chest, breaking out kiss as I throw him a look underneath my eyelashes. I push past him, up the stairs, stopping momentarily and turning to see if he would follow. It seems to click in his mind and within a few seconds he has jogged up the stairs and is hot on my heels.

His shirt is the first thing that goes flying to the floor, exposing his torso to my wandering hands and gaze. Our lips press back together as he starts unbuttoning my blouse. I pull him towards me, both of us dropping on the plush duvet behind me. His lips focus their attention on my neck as one of his hands cups my breast. My own fingertips brush over the soft, silky skin of his back as I feel his shoulder blade portruding.

I throw my head back, granting Calum with more access as I hike my legs up and around his hips. I feel his erection obtrude against my own aching core. Calum moans against the skin of neck, the vibrations causing shivers to erupt over my flesh. “Calum, I-“

My body arches up as Calum’s large hands caress my sides, his lips near the arches of my breasts. My blouse is flung to the floor and my jeans follow suit, leaving me in front of Calum’s hungry gaze in just my lingerie. He discards his own jeans before he slowly, seductively, crawls back onto the bed, his lips leaving kisses along my exposed skin in their wake.

He swiftly unclasps my bra and slides my knickers down my legs before his arm winds around my waist and he presses his whole body against me, throbbing erection pressing at my entrance. With just the right swivel of my hips, I feel his entering me as he buries his face into my neck, groaning loudly.

“Y/n…” His voice is so raw, filled with emotion, something I hadn’t witnessed from Calum before. I don’t say anything, instead I moan in return, bucking my hips up against him to get him to move. Calum slowly starts grinding his hips against mine, his fingertips digging into my hips as he picks up the pace.

My head is thrown back as moans slip repeatedly from my lips, my hands grasping and gliding all over Calum’s silk like skin and my hips erratically trying to chase my own release. Calum drops his body onto mine, his lips pressing kisses repeatedly against the hot skin of my neck while his hips start snapping a rapid rhythm spiralling me towards release.

I can sense Calum is close as his hips start to stutter and I feel my world blacken around me as I loudly moan Calum’s name. He halts his movements, panting in my ear before he drops down beside me as if he weighed as much as a school bus. It takes him quite some time to even his breathing.

It’s quiet for a while, not one of us knowing what to say. We had broken an important rule of being best friends, but I was glad we did. My stupid crush on Calum had eventually developed into me loving him and this was all I could have been dreaming about.

“You – you don’t have to leave. If you want to stay.” I mumble apprehensively, pulling my sheets closer to my naked, shivering frame. Calum halts his action, slowly turning his head to smile at me. Without another word, he drops his jeans and crawls back into bed with me, his arm enveloping me in a warm hug as I drift off to sleep in my best friend’s arms. “I love you Y/n.”

Happier Part 2 | Seth Rollins

Title: Happier Part 2

Pairing: Seth Rollins/OFC

Summary: I’m selfish, I know. But I don’t ever want to see you with him.

Words: 3,278

Warnings: A bit of angst

A/N: Here’s Part One ! Hope you guys enjoy this! <3

Tagging: @ortonaholic

Originally posted by the-architect-rollins

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Seventeen Scenario: Lullaby Call (Joshua)

Note: I’m back! Just a filler….I feel so bad I’ve been slacking on the requests + ships….I’m answering all the ships and miscellaneous messages now! ^^ Everyone, thank you for being patient with me! I’m so sorry.

- Admin Mochi ✨


Originally posted by jisooosgf

The crisp bedsheets made a rustling noise as you tossed around in them for the umpteenth time. A sigh left your lips as you stared up at the foreign ceiling, a small beam of moonlight softly illuminating the hotel room. You counted a few beats before deciding that you definitely weren’t going to sleep tonight.

Throwing your legs over the bed, you sauntered over to the window. You pulled the French doors open and stepped out onto the balcony. A shiver ran through your body as the cool night air blew through your hair and clothes. You didn’t dare change though– the light blue button-up was Joshua’s and right now, every reminder of him was welcome.

So with your arms crossed over your torso and your hands rubbing warmth into them, you walked further out to lean against the railing. You looked up and tilted your head as you studied the sky. The full moon was breathtaking tonight and the stars twinkled brightly, remind you of a certain someone’s eyes. You wistfully sighed and looked down below. The pool area was empty but you could see a few people milling around in the hotel’s garden, their distant laughter filling the air.

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Middle of the Night Sex (Michael Smut)

(Author’s Note: Hey guys, its Emily. I know I haven’t written in a week, I feel like the blogger who cried one shot! Anyways, school was killing me so here is a new smutty one. I worked hard on this I hope you like it.) 

You stirred from your deep slumber, your eyelashes fluttering open and your attention directing itself towards the red letters of the alarm clock. It was 3 AM. You had been awakened by something stiffly poking into the back of your bare thigh. As you slid forward, adjusting your position to avoid discomfort, it was only a matter of seconds before Michael’s hips were pressed firmly against your bottom again. 

His member was now wedged against you. His hips bucked slightly, in small jerks. You flipped over, only to discover he was still deep in sleep. You could only imagine what filthy dreams were illuminating his mind at the moment. You chuckled under your breath, before flipping back over and attempting to fall back asleep. 

Half an hour later, you were awakened once more by Michael, this time wide awake and softly shaking your arm, while whispering your name. 

“Babe, (Y/N)…..babe.” he urged. 

Your eyes adjusted to the dark room, as you became aware of the your surroundings. 

“Babe!” he hissed, impatiently. 

“Mikey? What?” you groaned, utterly filled to the brim with sheer exhaustion. 

“Princess, please…help me. God, I’m so hard for you Princess, it hurts.” he whined, desperate for relief. 

“Mike, just go to bed, we can fuck in the morning.” you grumbled, sinking further into your pillow. 

His calloused fingertips skirted across your waist, sneaking under the hem of his band shirt you slept in. He loved seeing you in his clothing. He loved the way they smelled afterward, clad with your perfume and the aroma your shampoo. He adored the way they swallowed your figure, and fell just below your cute bum, which peaked out, adorned in lacy boy shorts, when you scurried around the house. 

He rolled the cotton hem around in his fingers, before letting his cute little hands intricately graze over your bare skin. 

His flesh on yours made the hairs on the nape of your neck stand up. You resisted the urge to shudder as small electric tingles short down your spine, radiating to your fingertips, like small pin pricks of arousal. 

He leaned in, his soft lips mere inches away from the conch of your ear. 

“You can’t hide. I know what I do to you baby girl.” he purred, his breathe hot against your tired pores. 

He quickly created stark contrast, by blowing cool air down your neck, awakening your senses. He sucked lightly on the pale skin adorning your collarbones, creating Michael shaped bruises for you to admire the following morning. 

His index finger trailed from your soft stomach to the elastic band of your panties. He ran the pads of his fingers back and forth on the eager skin under the waist band. 

Your breath caught in your throat, and you struggled to hold back a whimper as you came to the realization you could never win this. 

You exhaled a sigh of defeat as a single knuckle delved between your folds, revealing to Mikey how his words were affecting you. 

“Who made you this wet kitten?” he growled, a smirk tugging at the corners of his soft pink lips. You could practically hear the cocky grin he donned in the tone of his voice. 

A needy moan escape your parted lips, piercing the otherwise silent air surround you. 

With a breathy chuckle, he massaged your button of nerves, before quickly withdrawing his fingers from your heat. Your stomach ached at the loss of his touch, leaving you ravenous for more contact. 

“Oh well, I guess my Princess needs her beauty sleep.” he teased, smug with himself. He rolled over, sucking up to the second knuckle of his digits, savoring your taste as he did so. 

“Mmm, such a sweet late night snack.” he purred, knowingly pushing you to the breaking point with his sultry words. 

You abruptly sat up, pinning him down as you swung your leg over him, straddling his hips. 

“Horny bastard.” you laughed, shaking your head in mock disapproval. Your hands pawing at his pale, bare chest. 

“One of my many, redeeming qualities.” he remarked. 

“Fuck you.” you jested, rolling your eyes. 

“Is that a promise, kitten?” he growled, a cloud of anticipation, engulfing you in its haze, temporarily blurring your vision with need. 

You smashed your lips against his, allowing his tongue immediate entrance, dominating your own. 

His protective arms snaked around your waist, his palms lying flat against the small of your back, supporting you. 

You broke the kiss, grinding your covered heat down the length of the prominent outline of his erection, apparent through the thin material of his boxers. 

He licked his lips, enthralled in the much needed friction. 

You circled your hips, rotating your core around him. His member twitched beneath you. 

“Please, baby, no teasing, I wont….I wont be able to last.” he pleaded. 

You pouted your lips, faking an innocent stare of confusion. “Stop what Mikey?” you cooed, playfully. 

With a groan, he flipped you off the top of him, hovering of you, holding himself up with his elbows. He loved how vulnerable you looked underneath him. He loved knowing he was the only one that could please you in the ways you deserved. 

He tore his t shirt off of your body, leaving you exposed. His hands danced down your torso as he attacked your skin, nipping all over your chest leaving a wet trail of developing love bites. 

His tongue swirled the shape of one of your nipples, before taking them between his parted lips and sucking harshly. Your back arched with pleasure as he blew cold air against the now hardened bud. 

You whimpered, your fingers darting to your underwear to slide them off with haste down your freshly shaven legs. 

He wasted no time before devouring your core, a growl escaping his occupied mouth. He abandoned his previous plan to continue teasing you. Michael Clifford could only endure a certain amount of foreplay before succumbing to his instincts. He need to fill you grew simply intolerable.

He parted your folds with two fingers, darting his tongue in and out of your core. Causing your back to arch, and black spots to blur your vision of him between your thighs.

His fluffy hair tickled your hip bones, while his stubble scratched the inside of your thighs. The combination of these sensations, overloaded your senses, making you scream out his name. 

“Michael!” you cried, him relishing at the high pitched notes of need lacing your voice. 

He rubbed the front of his teeth over your throbbing clit before drawing figure eights on it with his thumb. You quaked, under the hot cloak of his velvet skin against yours. 

A pool of heat formed in your stomach, as a familiar knot formed, threatening  release at any give moment. 

“Mikey! Michael! Get in me!” you cried out, your hands entangled in his hair, pulling it softly away from where you needed him most. 

“Im not sure kitten…” he pretended to contemplate. 

“Michael Gordon Clifford get the fuck inside of me right this fucking instant!” you snapped. 

He grinned, amused by your desperation for his cock. Your audacious and authoritative outburst plastered a smug smirk on his face.

He complied, his head already peaking out through the slit in his boxers. Looking pink and flushed, a single pearl of pre cum glistening on the tip. 

You licked your lips at the sight of his member, suppressing the urge to kitten lick his slit, lapping up his juices. The only thing holding you back was your need to be filled with the entirety of his length. 

He drug the head up and down your eager folds, before lining up with your throbbing entrance. 

He pushed, filling your walls with a single thrust, giving you limited time to adjust to his degree of thickness. You never got used to the stretching sensation that always accompanied Michael’s cock. 

A strangled cry burst forth from your parted lips as he grazed your sweet spot with his member. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing him tight. 

“Fuck Kitten, you’re always so tight for me!” he groaned with trembling lips, as a grunt spilled out of his open mouth. 

You threw your heard back in ecstasy as once more you contracted around him, making the veins in his neck pop.

A single bead of sweat trickled down his temple, tracing his jawline. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat. 

“Fuck, (Y/N).” he choked out, his voice rocky and strained. “You’re so good to me Princess, fuck, just like that baby girl, take all of Daddy.”

Without warning, his words pushed you over the edge. Intense waves of your release cascaded over you, washing away any sense of awareness with it. You were left there, limply floating in your own paradise, your eyes blurred with wet tears brimming your lids. All you could think of was Michael. You were drowning in his scent. You were swimming in his presence. 

In your state of delirium, you were nearly oblivious to the four hot spurts of warmth Michael shot, filling you with his release. As he pulled out, he was coated in a mixture of both of your juices. You opened your mouth to laugh, but found yourself breathless, your body allowing no sound to escape. Michael Clifford had literally fucked you senseless. 

He collapsed next to you, stroking the hair out of your face and kissing your forehead. 

“Are you okay Princess?” he inquired, cleaning you up and tucking you back into the covers. 

You looked at him, a weak smiling forming as you gazed at him through droopy red eyes. He stroked your drenched hairline as silent tears streamed down your face, pooling in the dip in your collar bones. 

“I love you.” you weakly marveled. 

“I love you more kitten. More than you will ever know.” he insisted.