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Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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Tantalizing

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Cumplay, Degrading Names, Angst, Intercourse, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Thigh Riding
Word Count: 5,965

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Halftime Show*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Chris and Reader have some naughty time together during the Super Bowl halftime show.
Words Count: 1.8k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Swearing and unprotected sex. [Wrap your wang before you bang.]
Author’s Note: Might not be my greatest work since I wrote it in a hurry, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Congrats to the Pats, by the way.

Originally posted by chrisxchrisxchris

“C'mon, you can do better… don’t fuck this one up guys!” Chris yelled, clapping his hands as if he was the coach. “Don’t you dare doing this to us!”

Proud yelling, muttered cursing and stressed screaming everywhere around you in the VIP area of the stadium. The fans sitting, standing or jumping roared their stress out as your team was in a difficult time. The halftime was fast approaching and the Patriots struggled, facing the seemingly glorious Falcons.

“Don’t freak out. Relax, big boy,” you soothed, rubbing your boyfriend’s tensed back as he tapped his foot on the floor.

“How can we relax, Y/N?!” Scott, his brother told you and you rolled eyes, mentally noticing him he wasn’t helping at all.

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Out of the Blue 03

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk.

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3

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It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn’t even begin wrap his head around the way ‘natural instincts’ and 'pheromones’ worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn’t exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater. 

The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable. 

He got little sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other’s arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.

Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?

Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn’t quite know how to cope with that - didn’t understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.

But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?

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I DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR “CLASSY”

Originally posted by magiccastles

Summary: You’re the student body president. Your boyfriend is the school’s notorious bad boy and an underground performer. There’s no way the two of you do anything sexual… right?

Warnings: language, fingering, penetration (idk man it’s smut and it’s not as wild as some I’ve written)

Word Count: 2133


“You’re watching me perform tonight, right baby?” Jaebum asked, snaking his arms around your waist as his chest pressed against your back.

He placed a small kiss on the back of your neck then one behind your ear. You leaned back against him, temporarily stopping what you were doing.

“Help me finish taping this poster up and I’ll consider it,” you replied.

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Dance With Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 2722

Warnings: Pure Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, More Filth

Notes: #SorryNotSorry

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What if He Freaks? (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: smut, daddy kink.

A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.

Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.

Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.

“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.

“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.

“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.

“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”

“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.

“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.

There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”

You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.

“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.

Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.

Why should you care? You decided you would do it.

“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.

“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision

“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.

“Oh that’s not so bad.”

“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”

“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.

None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.

Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.

“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”

“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.

“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.

“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.

“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”

“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.

Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.

When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.

“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.

The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
From Y/N

You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.

You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.

“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.

“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.

“You saw?” His jaw clenched.

“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.

Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.

“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.

“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.

The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.

The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.

“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.

“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.

“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.

He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.

“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.

You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.

He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.

He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.

He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.

He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.

“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”

You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down.  You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.

One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.

“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.

He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.

“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.

His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.

“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.

“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.

“Do you like that doll?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.

“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”

“I love it Daddy, please, harder."  He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.

Bucky spoke up in the silence.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Caught

This was inspired by Harry’s sixth sense. ;)

A/N: not smut, but brief mention of a daddy kink in this one! 



The dingy metal door falls against the brick wall with a loud thud as you two stumble out of the pub and into the alleyway. It shuts just as loudly a few seconds later and for a moment all that you two can hear is the sound of the night air in London whooshing away. The alleyway is dark for the most part, a flickering dim yellow streetlight a few feet away is situated so that Harry is partly illuminated by it.

“What’re we-”

Come here!” you command, blindly reaching forward and seizing him by the lapels of his shirt to clumsily tug him towards you.

Your back hits the brick wall behind you as you fumble with your feet, head following with a thunk and Harry hisses immediately.

Careful! Christ, c’mere, are yeh okay?” he rasps as one of his big hands slides up behind your head and rubs your scalp soothingly,  his eyes flicker over the top of your head in a squinted stare.

“M’fine, Harry, ” you whine back to him, tugging him closer as you wrap your arms around his waist.

Harry grunts in reply a few seconds later after a thorough examination of your head before turning his gaze towards your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your hair is flying messily from the static of being pressed up against the bricks, but your eyes are what make him pause. They’re wild, bright, and he’s enamored by the gleam in them.  He wonders if it’s the darkness or the fact that he’s watched you toss back a handful of drinks tonight, but he can’t find the drunken haze in your eyes that usually appears when you’ve had one too many. You’re biting your lip harshly and his eyes fall down to them, thumb reaching up and smoothing out your bottom lip.

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Thank you for your lovely comments, darlings!!! I hope you like what I did with your prompts!! Enjoy!!! <3

Warning: Hot make-outs, smutty mentions, cute Bughead galore and just me fawning over the bae that is Cole Sprouse. 


“We have to go.” Kiss

“Hmm, in a second.” Kiss

“One day – kiss – we’ll get caught – kiss – and they’ll definitely expel us.” Hard Kiss.

“Oh, I’d love to see you, Betty Cooper – kiss – getting expelled over a steamy make out.” Bite.

Betty just let a breathless laugh, alternating the angle of her head and dropped her arms to his shoulders, crossing them by the wrists behind his head. Jughead’s smile grew more in delight against her lips and he dove in again, pecking her lips hard. They were in one of the dusty storage rooms of their high school, the smallest one and the one with no windows, exploring this new-found feeling of being in love and being a couple, mist old broken chairs and random school supplies. Betty was perched up on an unused desk that lay against the wall, dressed for her cheerleading practice in her usual white and yellow t-shirt and dark blue shorts, while her boyfriend was standing deliciously between her gorgeous legs, school bag, denim jacket and beanie abandoned somewhere on the floor, kissing her like there was no tomorrow for God knows how long now.

That was basically they daily routine. Ever since the two of them overcame their irrational fears of rejection and possible heartbreak and talked with each other about that kiss that held all of Jughead’s suppressed emotions all those years, they couldn’t overlook their mutual feeling of desiring to be together. Three weeks had passed since that day and, despite of the new challenges they were faced with every day, regarding their unconventional families and the amorality that seemed to emerge every once in a while of the core of their small town, the two teens were basking in the afterglow of their romance with affectionate gestures and heated make outs. The only cloud shading their Romeo and Juliet fairytale was that everything was being done in shadows, like a good, concealed secret.

They wanted to tell people; and they would do it. They weren’t afraid or ashamed, both emotions equally unfair to the wonderful union that it was them. They just wanted to do it in their own terms, without excited friends or controlling parents getting in their way, without having to explain themselves or put labels and boundaries in something that came and kept growing natural to them. So, janitor’s closets and storage rooms it was.

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anonymous asked:

Can I have slow, long and teasing 2009!Phan smut please !!

this is latelatelate

i added daddy kink bc i’m trash

ew this is shit but it’s 2 am shut up

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Dan watched carefully from the doorway as Phil sat down on the edge of his bed, stretching his arms above his head.

He bit at his nails; a bad nervous habit he had developed recently, and gazed at him from under the hair falling in his eyes.

Phil realized after a second that Dan was still just standing there, and raised his eyebrows, sitting up.

“Well c'mon,” he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed; oblivious. “Don’t get shy now, it’s not like you haven’t been in my room before.” He flashed Dan a crooked grin.

Dan let his gaze fall to his feet. Fuck, he was already blushing.

“Hey… what’s up?” Phil asked, finally noticing something may not be right with the younger boy. “Did I say something? I’m really sorry if I did, I-”

“No,” Dan said finally, his voice coming out shakier than he would have liked. “Y-You didn’t say anything. It’s n-not that.”

“So what is it?” Phil shifted on the bed, tilting his head to the side and arching his eyebrows in question. Dan swallowed.

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” Dan blurted, his eyes widening and his face going dark red the second the words were out.

There was incredibly painful awkward silence, as Phil stared at Dan and Dan tried not to cry from the tension.

“What?” Phil finally asked, his voice breaking. Dan avoided his eyes.

“Do you not… want to have… sex with me…?” He repeated, slower. “Do you not, like, see me that way?”

More silence, and Dan felt as if his head would explode.

“Come here.”

He looked up, biting his lip and meeting Phil’s eyes.

“What?”

“C'mere,” Phil repeated, motioning to him.

Dan inched forward, slowly edging towards Phil as if he was scared he would bite him. He moved to sit next to him, but Phil grabbed his wrist.

“Not there. Here,” he mumbled, tugging the boy down and onto his lap, so he was straddling him. Dan let out a soft gasp.

“Phil-”

“Dan.” Phil cupped his face, holding his cheeks in both hands, and searched his eyes. “Of course I want to have sex with you.”

Dan blinked. “Y-You do…?”

“Of course!” Phil smiled. “I just didn’t want to… I didn’t want to push anything.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think you were ready.”

“Are you kidding?” Dan squeaked, placing his hands over Phil’s. “I’ve been ready since I met you. I’ve been really, really ready, and I’m tired of waiting.”

Phil laughed softly, letting one hand fall to Dan’s hip, the other staying on his face. “I just thought-”

“Well don’t think,” Dan breathed, pressing his lips to Phil’s abruptly. Phil froze, before melting into the touch. His hand moved to Dan’s lower back, pulling him closer and licking at his lower lip.

“Dan,” Phil gasped, pulling back and resting their foreheads together. Dan’s mind raced, filled with endless possibilities of what they could do, what he had wanted to do for so long. Maybe he was finally going to get what he wanted. “Dan, you have to be completely positive you want this. I am not stealing your first time, that would make me feel terrible.”

Dan blushed. Phil knew he was a virgin; it had been one of the first things they had talked about.

“I want it,” he whispered, licking his lips, his eyelashes fanning his pink-tinted cheeks. “I swear, I want it so bad. I want you.”

Phil slowly intertwined his fingers with Dan’s, sliding his hand into his. “I think we should go slow.”

Dan nodded, smiling. He wanted this, he really did, but that didn’t keep him from being nervous. Phil seemed so damn experienced, he was so much more mature in Dan’s eyes, he still couldn’t believe he was really in this situation in the first place. In Phil Lester’s bedroom, about to…

Jesus. His heart was just about jumping out of his chest.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

Phil hummed, nodding and mapping out a small area of Dan’s neck with his fingers, tracing the skin. Dan shivered, taking a shaky breath when Phil dipped his head, planting his lips to the spot and sucking.

“Oh…” he breathed, choking on the words. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s waist, holding him closer, and damn, he really seemed to know what he was doing.

Phil really didn’t know what he was doing, not a bit. All he knew was he had dreamed of having Dan in a situation just like this, and now that they were here, he was combining his pure desperate lust with his need to just kiss Dan’s skin as gently as possible, and making it into… whatever he was doing right now.

Phil nipped at Dan’s throat, and Dan tilted his head back, gripping Phil’s shoulders for balance, he whimpered, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of Phil’s mouth and lips and tongue on his skin. He was also focusing on not jizzing his pants.

Phil slid his hands over Dan’s bum, squeezing gently, and a high pitched moan fell from Dan’s lips. He immediately covered his mouth, his eyes widening; embarrassed.

“I-” he started, but Phil just shook his head.

“Do it again.”

“Wh-”

Phil kneaded his ass again, sucking at the same spot on his neck, harder. Dan squeaked, moaning loudly and automatically rutting against Phil’s thigh.

“There we go,” Phil hummed, pinching Dan’s flesh and making him jump. “Good boy.”

Dan whimpered at the praise, moaning again and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, clinging to him.

“You’re shaking.” Phil kissed his nose, and Dan caught his lower lip between his teeth.

“Am I?” He whispered back. Phil nodded.

Phil gently tugged at the hem of Dan’s shirt, and Dan lifted his arms above his head. Phil pulled it off, tossing it aside and ridding himself of his own shirt.

In one movement Phil stood, holding Dan up and turning, pinning him to the bed so that now he was on top of him, hovering over him.

“I think you’re shaking too,” Dan breathed, kissing the side of Phil’s mouth.

“Sorry.” Phil laughed nervously. “I just really don’t want to mess this up.”

“You won’t.”

Phil bit his lip. “I could.”

Dan ran his hands over Phil’s shoulders, trying to calm his nerves. It helped to see that Phil was just as scared by this as he was, for whatever reason.

“But you won’t.” Dan pressed kiss after kiss on Phil’s cheeks. “Tell me something.”

“Hm?” Phil mumbled, his fingers gliding over Dan’s stomach.

“Tell me something. Like, something I don’t know.”

Phil chuckled breathily, running his fingertips over Dan’s button and tugging. “I’m slightly allergic to cats.”

“Really?” Dan put his hands on Phil’s, helping him unbutton his jeans, trying to ignore the fire in his stomach. He knew that already. He wasn’t sure there was anything about Phil he didn’t know.

“Mhm.” Phil nodded, his eyes brightening. He slowly and carefully pushed Dan’s jeans down his hips. “My middle name is Michael. But you knew that one.” He licked his lips. “I made a game when I was fourteen. I was really into programming I guess. Still kind of am.”

Dan gasped as Phil’s fingers brushed over his bulge, clinging to him. “That’s- so cool,” he breathed, digging his nails into Phil’s shoulders.

“Dan…”

“Don’t back out now.” Dan whined softly. “Please, Phil, need you inside me.”

Phil moaned, nodding slightly and pulling at Dan’s boxers. Dan had no time to even think about being self conscious; Phil had his hand wrapped around Dan’s cock in seconds, his boxers clinging to his hips. Dan whimpered loudly, automatically bucking up into the touch.

Dan desperately tugged at Phil’s zipper, messily pushing his jeans down, and Phil removed them completely.

“How much,” Phil whispered, biting down on Dan’s neck, listening to his soft noises of desperation. “How much do you need me?”

“So much,” Dan gasped, scratching down Phil’s back. “So much, daddy, please-!”

A growl fell from Phil’s lips and he was sucking on his fingers, before pushing Dan’s legs up and circling his hole.

Dan whimpered, whining and squirming as Phil held him still, moaning when Phil pushed a finger in.

“Daddy,” he breathed again, and Phil groaned. He pumped his finger, digging his nails into Dan’s thigh with the other one.

“Dan, Jesus.”

Dan smirked, grinning at him and licking his lips. Phil leaned up to kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth as he carefully added another finger; stretching him.

Phil was not too quick with the stretching; it was Dan’s first time, and it really had to be perfect. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Dan had chosen him for this…

He was always amazed that Dan liked him in the first place.

The next few minutes were filled with soft kisses and moans, clinging to each other like if they let go, it would all be over.

It took Dan a moment but he soon got used to Phil’s fingers, pushing back on them.

“Daddy, please,” he whimpered, meeting Phil’s eyes. “Want your cock, Phil.”

Phil took a shaky breath, and nodded.

“Are you sure you-”

“Yes, damn it!”

Phil laughed. “Alright, fine. Just making sure baby.”

Phil slicked himself up, lining up with Dan so that their hips were aligned, hovering over him. He kissed him softly, slowly pushing in.

Dan gasped, immediately tending up and clinging to Phil’s shoulders like his life support. Phil hummed, kissing his cheeks and all down his jaw.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Focus on me. Focus on the pleasure.” He slowly wrapped his hand around Dan’s dick, rubbing him in time to the thrusts, and soon he was moaning and squirming under his touch.

“Shit,” Dan hissed through his teeth. “Phil…”

“Good boy,” Phil mumbled, slowly thrusting, aiming for the places he knew would make Dan scream. “Doing so well, such a good boy for me, I- fuck…”

Dan moaned loudly, throwing his head back, practically drooling. Okay. Now he got it. It felt really fucking good.

Phil sped up, watching Dan’s face carefully and letting out quiet grunts ever time he moved. Soft noises of pleasure and the creaking of bedsprings filled the room.

“I-I can’t last much longer,” Dan whined, scratching his nails down Phil’s back. “Harder, go harder.”

“Baby I-”

“Please-!”

And then Dan let out a noise that was probably the most angelic thing Phil had ever heard, and he was pounding into him, snapping his hips roughly as he fucked into him. Dan shrieked, a continuous wordless stream of moaning falling from his lips.

“I’m gonna- I love you, I love you so much, Phil, fuck-!”

Dan came over Phil’s hand and his stomach, whining loud and high pitched, and Phil gasped.

“Holy fuck,” he managed to groan, burying his face in Dan’s neck and letting go inside him, his hips twitching.

They stayed like that for a moment, Dan gasping for breath, his noises shaky, soaking in what he had done. Phil slowly pulled out, but they stayed tangled up together, all heat and sweat and pure exhaustion.

“I meant it.”

Phil looked up, brushing hair out of Dan’s eyes. “Hm…?”

“I meant it,” he repeated, grinning. “I really do love you, I don’t care if that’s weird.”

Phil’s entire face lit up.

“I love you too,” he breathed. “And I definitely don’t care if that’s weird either.”

Sweet Creature; H.S.

“No, Harry! Just – fucking plain no. In what alternate universe would you think I’d be happy with you making decisions for me?” Y/n yells at me, throwing her hands up for emphasis as she storms away from me. I know I should go after her, tell her that I didn’t mean to do so, but I’m sure she knows. I’d never do anything to make her unhappy.

I’m sure she’ll realise that in a minute as well. Y/n could have quite the temperament but she’d never go to bed angry. Usually, five minutes after we fought, we’d apologize to one another. We were both stubborn, but clever enough to know what’s important in life. Y/n and I had met a couple years prior, but in the beginning I don’t think neither of us thought of going on a date, getting in a relationship and even later – moving in together.

I don’t know how it happened, or when, but somehow along the line I realised how quickly and hopelessly I had fallen for her. Thank god she experienced the same.

I let my large body fall onto the sofa, a loud huff escaping my parted lips. I let my fingers curl around the scrap book Y/n had been making yesterday evening, filled with pictures of us and things she found important to her. I had always found it an honour I were included in that.

I laugh to myself when I see baby pictures of her. One in the tub, her dog sneakily drinking the bath water behind her. Or one where she was dancing with a loaf of bread. Just from seeing her carefree face on the photo, I could imagine her hearty laugh echoing through the house.

“H, I’m sorry. I overreacted.” I hear Y/n’s voice behind me and I raise my hand, waving her over. “We’re both in the wrong, sweetheart. I promise I’ll never make big decisions without you. You know I just wanted to surprise you.” I lift my head, smiling at my girlfriend as she walks around the sofa. She slides herself onto the armrest, her upper body leaning against the back.

“Remember our first date?” I speak, patting her bare leg as I turn to the next page. There are photo’s covering the paper of twinkling lights, lots of greenery, with me somewhere in the background. I took her to Morden Hall Park, one of my favourite get-aways. We were slowly strolling, enjoying the scenery around us, when suddenly she took my hand and pulled, pulling me into a slow jog that turned into a full run. Somehow we ended up face first on the grass, laughing our asses off. It was the best time I had in months.

“Yeah. You tried to give me a compliment. Do you remember what you said to me?” Y/n chuckles as she slides from the arm rest onto the sofa next to me, her warm body pressed against mine as her fingers brush over the photograph.

“Sadly, I don’t think I’ll ever forget such a mishap. Sweet creature.” I laugh somewhat awkwardly, biting the bottom of my lip as I let my gaze wander over our newly bought furniture, trying to avoid her. “Anything would’ve sufficed. Girl, woman, lass; whatever implied I was female.” Y/n laughs is so hearty that I can’t help but chuckle along.

“Yeah yeah, I know. You’re going to pester me with it until I’m in my grave, yeah?” I laugh, pulling her onto my lap and pressing my lips against her neck. She is ticklish and bounces up and down on my lap to get away from my prying fingers and tickling lips. “We’re still young, you shouldn’t talk about that. But, probably.” Y/n answers me when she has calmed her breathing and snakes her arms around my neck.

“I’d take it as a compliment. Means I’m willing to spend my whole life with you, you know?” I grin, pressing my lips briefly to hers. She loses herself in the kiss for a moment, but pushes herself off to grant me a raised-eyebrow-grin. “You have the weirdest ways of complimenting a girl, Styles. But I’ll take it. Just because you’re cute.”

“That’s why you’re with me? Because of my looks.” I gasp, holding my hand against my chest as Y/n fiddles in my lap. “Well – I – I thought you knew. Sorry.” She shrugs her shoulders so nonchalantly she has problems keeping a straight face. My hands attack her sides again and I throw her onto the sofa, hovering above her.

When her laughter has subsided and I find that I have tortured her enough, I stop my assault and merely hover over her. Her mood changes before my eyes and I hold my breath as she speaks.
“When is your solo tour starting?”

I took a big gulp of air, letting a sigh flow past my lips before I press them softly to her chin. “Next month.” A frown takes over her features and I know she has enjoyed the last year of having me almost all to herself, but this was planned almost as soon as the band parted their ways.

“You could come visit me? As much as you like. I’d like to have you with me.” I mumble, kissing her whole face, taking my time to show her how much I appreciate everything she has done for me and is about to do. “I like that, but I hate coming home every time when you’re not here.” She frowns even deeper, moaning softly when I press my lips against her weak spot.

“Then come with me. For the whole tour. You won’t have to miss me, and I don’t have to miss you.” I grin brightly, lifting myself up on my hands to assess her facial changes. For a split second, I see the twinkle in her eyes and her vibrant smile is on full show. Until her logic jumps in.

“What about our home?” Her fingers trail along my shoulder, to my biceps and down to my hand. She lifts it, making me imbalanced, and presses her lips against the back of my hand. I know I have to convince her. I couldn’t bare even a day without her with me.

“When you’re with me, I am home.” I press my lips to her once more, putting more pressure behind it as I try to show her all the love and need I feel every morning when I wake up to her beautiful smile.

A New Kind of Sleepover - BTS/ Yoongi (M) (Request)

“Anonymous asked: Okay so here goes lol, can i pls have a yoongi smut where y/n and him have been best friends for a long time and one timw when he comes over for a sleepover things get steamy and they end up doing it? But theyre also trying to be quiet bc of he parents? can it also include a lot of fingering and teasing? Thank you 😊😊 “

A/N - This is the first smut I’ve posted, so I apologise if it’s no good. I always say, the only way you can get better is by practise!

A New Kind of Sleepover - BTS/ Yoongi (M)

“We’ll be in my room, Mom!” you shouted as you grabbed your best friend’s wrist, giggling at the grin on his face at your mom’s quick agreement. You darted up the stairs, carrier bags banging against your legs. Saturday night was usually a club night for most. Not you two. For as long as you could remember, you’d spent almost every Saturday night together either at his house or yours, watching movies, snacking on whatever you had gathered from the convenience store that evening and generally being idiots until both of you had fallen asleep. It didn’t matter that you had long since grown past the ‘sleepover’ age. You were still best friends and, in your eyes, that meant nothing had changed. At least, not in that sense. Sure, you had grown up, and your chats had gone from ‘bet you I can fart louder than you!’ to ‘so, how’d your date go last week?’, but Yoongi and you were still inseparable.

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The Sexy, Bearded ‘We’

Pairing: Jared x Reader x Jensen

Summary: Jared says something at a con that really gets you going.

Word Count: 1,795

Warnings: threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), smut

A/N: AU where Jensen is single, remember this is fiction! If you’re a die-hard Jensen girl and don’t want to read Jared smut, stop now. If you’re a die-hard Jared girl and don’t want to read Jensen smut, also stop now. If you’re a j2 girl, you’re in for a treat. Also I’m going to church to confess my sins after writing this.

You sat backstage, listening to your boyfriend and his costar answer a question about the beards he and Jensen had grown over their break from filming.

“We like to call ourselves - Jensen and I - the sexy, bearded ‘we’.” He grinned.

You’d always had a thing for Jared’s beard. The way it scratched at your face when he kissed you, the way it felt between your legs, just scruffy enough to leave red patches between your thighs. And there was no denying how unbelievably sexy Jensen was as well. When they both grew their beards out, good Lord.

After the panel, you met Jared in the green room, Jensen following closely behind him. 

“Oh, the sexy, bearded ‘we’ is gracing my presence.” You swooned jokingly.

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Strange Love

Jughead x Reader

Prompt: Loosely based off some of the lyrics of Strange Love by Halsey. Reader and Jughead are secretly dating but Y/N gets upset as she wants to tell the truth to everyone. Talking in Pop’s bathroom, things get a bit heated. 

Warnings: Some swearing? Mild smut references. 

Originally posted by mallverine

Strange Love 

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night. 

You sit there silently, immersed in your own thoughts as you stare out of the window at Pop’s. Eyes darting to the drops of condensation which had formed due to the heat. It was freezing outside as always so Pop’s had turned the heaters on, maybe a bit too much tonight though.
Suddenly out of the corner of your eye you see a figure appear on the opposite side of the booth to you. You know exactly who he is so you continue to focus on the windows, how much they have fogged up since you first sat down.
A finger suddenly appears on the window in front of you, the familiar roughed up hands you had seen and held so often begin to write on the window. 

“Hey”
You smile to yourself, finding it incredible how he had only been here for a second and had already made you so happy. You and Jughead had been seeing each other for around a month now, not that your friends knew that yet. Jughead had asked you not to, not yet. He knew Betty, Archie and the others would be so happy for you, it was just your friends he was worried about. Cheryl was the queen bee at school, she already hated you spending time with him as “friends”, she thought he was too weird. Jughead just didn’t want to put you through the wrath he knew Cheryl would cause if she found out.
Still smiling to yourself you raise your hand and write just under his message.
“How are you?”
“Stressed”
“How come?”
“I haven’t kissed you in over 24 hours” he writes, placing his hands under the table to discretely grab yours, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You finally look away from the window and towards him. A shy smile placed on his lips, his eyes glinting in the light which made his hair look even darker then usual, if that were possible. His iconic crown placed over his head. You smile back at him, tempted to just lean over the table and place your lips on his, just show the world you were crazy for him.

“Hey guys!” A voice says a short distance away. You turn away from Jughead to see Veronica entering the diner, Archie just behind her. Jughead’s hand quickly snatches away from you. You don’t even think about the writing on the window next to you until you turn back to Jug who had frantically rubbed out your words with the sleeve of his jacket. For a second you wish that he hadn’t, that he had just left it on there so finally people would know the truth about the two of you.
“What are you guys up to?” V says, sitting down next to you, gracefully pushing her hair away from her shoulder, making Archie swoon. God these two were cute. How did they find it so easy to be themselves out in public? Archie showed no struggle to show his affection to us when he held V’s hand clearly as they walked, or leaned over to kiss her before he left. Why couldn’t we have that? Why did it have to be so difficult for us?
“Just… just talking about Jughead’s book.” you stutter, trying to come up with a belivable lie which Veronica would believe, that girl could read you like a book. Despite you not being so close with the group, you and V had got on so easily, she just seemed to understand you, which, unfortunatly, meant that she could understand when you were lying.
“Oh, yeah. I was a bit stumped on how Jason…” Jughead begins to tell some elaborate lie about our made up conversation but my mind gets distracted by Archie’s movements. Openly, and clearly, he reaches across the table to take Veronica’s hand in his, slowly rubbing his thumb against her skin. A gesture you had felt just seconds ago. A gesture they did so easily in front of you. A part of you starts to sting inside. How was it possible for the two of you to be unable to even hold hands in public without him pulling away so fast. It’s like he’s ashamed. Maybe he is…

“Excuse me” you say, interrupting Jughead mid-sentence. Veronica gets up to let you out of the booth and you rush away to the bathroom.
“Y/N?” Veronica shouts after you but you ignore. Hoping she wasn’t going to come after you. You can feel the groups eyes on you as you walk away.

You were so glad that Pop’s only had one bathroom for girls and one for boys, no stalls, no interaction with anyone else. You lock yourself inside and pace for a few seconds. You knew a relationship with Jughead was not going to be easy. The moment he said he wanted it to be a secret you knew it would be hard, you wanted the affection. You weren’t ashamed of him, you weren’t afraid of being seen with him. But the way he acted some times made it feel like he was ashamed of you.

Knock Knock

“I’ll be out in a second” you sigh, knowing your peace wouldn’t last long.

Knock Knock

“V if that’s you, I’m fine, I’ll be out in a second”
“It’s not V” a male voice says. You instantly tell it’s Jughead’s voice. Quickly you open the door, he rushes inside, hoping he hasn’t been seen sneaking into the girls bathroom as he locks the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I came to see if you were okay. You rushed off like you were upset.”
“I’m fine” you say, not knowing how convincing it would be. You take a step backwards, away from him, leaning against the sink behind you.
“I can tell your lying Y/N” he pushes, knowing he wasn’t going to leave until you gave him an answer.
“Jug… I’m just sick of lying. I hate hiding”
“Y/N…”
“No, Jug, I know. You aren’t comfortable with everyone knowing. It’s just… Did you see them out there? They aren’t scared of showing others how they feel”
“They aren’t friends with Cheryl” he whispers under his breath, as if he was hoping you wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m not scared of her Juggy! I don’t care what she thinks about you, what she would think about us. She does not matter. She won’t make me feel any less about you.” He looks down at his feet for a second. Breathing deeply as he sighs, thinking things over. You both stand there for a few seconds in pure silence.

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“What?” he asks paniced, finally looking up from his feet.
“Are you ashamed of me because I’m friends with someone like Cheryl? Because I’m a Vixen? Because…”
In a rush he walks over to you, pushing his lips hard against yours. It takes you a second to regain yourself but you soon kiss back. His hands fumble to your waist, gripping you tightly. Sloppily his lips start to roam around your jaw, going down your neck. His lips sucking on sensitive spots as you try to moan quietly, hoping no one would hear you. Your breathing hitches as you hear him whisper against your skin. “I could never be ashamed of you”. His lips returning to yours. He bites your bottom lip as his hands lift your waist, placing you on the edge of the sink you had been leaning on. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer as one hand wraps around his shoulders, the other roaming to his hair. You pull off his benie, pushing it onto the floor as you begin to roam your hands through his hair, occationally pulling lightly which makes him moan against your lips. His moans get louder and you roll your hips against him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here” you say breathlessly against his lips, he mumbles a reply which you don’t fully understand, too immersed in the moment.
  
Knock Knock

“Y/N?” Veronica asks from outside the bathroom. “Are you okay?”
“Shit” Jughead whispers, a smile planted on his lips as he looks at you. “I guess no hiding now” he smiles with relief, just as happy as you were to tell the truth. The only problem with opening the door was Veronica’s constant asking if we fucked on the bathroom sink.


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Bad Idea

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader have sex for the first time (together, not first time ever).

Word Count:  3041

Warnings:  Smut and Language

A/N:  This was inspired by an anon ask for more light-hearted, less kinky, more playful sex. I decided to make it more realistic for once, not everything is perfect. Sex is sometimes awkward and strange while also being awesome. So here you go.

Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

Bad Idea

I’m not really sure who kissed who, to be honest. Just a few minutes ago, I was up to my elbows in dishes, scrubbing dinner away. Now Dean’s lips are on mine, his hands roaming freely beneath my shirt, exploring my skin.

I mean, I did splash him with the water. And he did kinda chase me around the kitchen to exact revenge. And we were sorta flirty about it all. But we always have been. It’s just us, just the way we are together. Have you seen Dean Winchester? Of course I’m going to flirt with him.  

But now I’m pressed up against him, my head spinning in the most wonderful way. There are good kissers in this world and bad kissers. I’ve experienced both. Dean’s kisses, they take my breath away. His lips mold to mine, his tongue dances along mine, he tastes like beer and pie. Kinda like you’d think he would.

Listen, I wasn’t really expecting my night to go this way. Maybe I should have seen it coming, we clearly have some sort of chemistry, but I thought maybe Dean was too professional to hook up with a hunter he was living with.

Anyway, like any of that matters now. His lips are on mine, his hips are pressed to mine, my fingers are running up and down his biceps. So here we are.

Eventually, we have to come up for air. We’ve been attached at the lips for what feels like an eternity. Time is irrelevant during a good make out session. I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks, it’s like a tiny acrobat is doing millions of somersaults in my belly. My heart is thud-thudding so loudly it’s a wonder Dean can’t hear it.

He grins at me - is that a bashful smile? From Dean fucking Winchester? This man oozes confidence and sexuality, and now he’s looking at me like…that? Impossibly, my heart races faster.

His green eyes meet mine as he clears his throat. “Do you wanna…keep going?”

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anonymous asked:

Saeran reacting to MC who is trying so hard to be sexy but feels inadequate so she starts something and drops it, embarrassed

~I’ll make this a little drabble, actually! Thank you so much for the request! 

[NSFW-ish] [SAERANxMC]


You played nervously with the lace of your new lingerie, waiting for Saeran to get home. Your heart beat faster with each passing minute and without realizing it you began to chew your bottom lip. 

Saeran had always been the one to initiate things, and lately you began to wonder if you were enough for him. You wouldn’t consider yourself sexy. Hell, half the time your bra and underwear didn’t even match. You didn’t own any lingerie. And in the bedroom you were more shy than anything. Hearing your friends talk about how they acted with their significant others only made you feel worse. What if he gets bored of me? 

So you lit some candles and bought this lace outfit which took you 20 minutes to figure out where all the damn strings were supposed to go as you put it on, and paced around waiting for him and hoping like hell you could do this. 

But when you heard the key in the front door, all of that courage you had built up and washed away in an instant. Without even thinking you ran to the closet last minute and closed the door behind you, crouching on the ground and hoping he hadn’t seen. 

“Are you trying to burn the place down? What’s with all the damn candles?” you heard him ask, followed by the familiar thud of his bag dropping to the ground. 

The door slid open and Saeran towered above you with a furrowed brow. 

“What are you doing down there, idiot?” his face flashed with shock when he realized what you were wearing, and he couldn’t help but smirk. 

“Don’t laugh, you jerk!” 

“I’m not laughing,” his features softened and he held his hand out, bringing you up to your feet, “what’s going on though? This isn’t like you,” he gestured to the lace you were wearing. 

“I was just trying-” you stopped and wrapped your arms to hide your midriff, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and unable to speak properly, “ I just…don’t want you to get bored of me or anything…” you looked away. 

You heard him sigh, and suddenly you felt yourself pushed against the wall, his hand gripping your wrist and holding it above your head. 

“Saeran!” you stuttered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. 

“This face right here, the one you make when you’re flustered and shy,” you felt his free hand trail up your side slowly, “it’s one of the sexiest things about you,” he whispered in your ear. 

He kissed you deeply, caressing your curves and pushing you further against the wall with his own body. His fingers teased at your skin, before settling on that spot between your neck and shoulder. 

“And the noise you make, when I kiss you here,” he brought his lips to that spot and bit down lightly before sucking. 

You squirmed in place, unable to control your moan for him. You could feel him smile against your skin before pulling away. His forehead met with yours, his hands gentle and loving as they cupped each side of your face. 

“How can you not realize how much you turn me on?” the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks, “you’re sexy in so many ways…I love everything about you…how could I ever be bored?” he looked into your eyes with all seriousness.

“Saeran,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him once more and feeling it grow deeper and deeper.