mature oneshot

“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (II)

A/N: Part II of businessman Harry. It contains smut, daddy kink and it’s quite long. I’m stil not sure if it’s alright, but I hope you like it. 

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. 

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah


“Styles Enterprises’ CEO Harry Styles enjoys 22nd birthday bash in tropical paradise with long legged beauty”

While no one would ever dream of describing Y/N as anything less than a genius, a business luminary whose accomplished eminence is often described as freakish by those who are several decades older than her yet much less successful, she could humbly admit to all of them that she was the biggest fool in the world for thinking that getting over Harry Styles would be easy. She didn’t want him back; she just wanted what he had taken from her. He could keep the black lace thong he had tucked into his pocket a couple of months ago after he had bent her over his desk, raining dirty words and harsh nibbles down her neck. But her sanity? He would definitely have to give that back. The sooner the better. As for delivery preferences, no white roses or puke-inducing handwritten notes this time, please. And while he was at it, she had another request: If he was going to be in her head all day, he should at least regard some sort of decency and put some clothes on. How inconsiderate of him. Chivalry is dead.

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Kaeri’s Otayuri Fic Rec List #4

Hello my lovelies! It’s Saturday which means… another Otayuri fic rec list YAY!!! I’m SO, SO proud of this fandom HOLY SHIT I can’t believe that within a month since episode 10 of YOI aired, we’ve already churned out this much amazing content…!!! I love you guys so much!!! <3

Okay, now get ready for my weekly screaming (tho I’m going to try, key word being TRY, to be more coherent)…

Under your skin the moon is alive. (oneshot, mature) by @dawnstruck

WELP. IF I THOUGHT THE FIRST PART KILLED ME THEN THE SECOND PART KILLED ME EVEN MORE UMMMM HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE??? Dawnstruck is probably one of my all time favorite fic writers their writing is SO gorgeous and exquisite I’M SOBBING GO READ HER WRITING RIGHT THIS INSTANT I DEMAND YOU

i walk my days on a wire (twoshot, mature) by @idrilka

THE PINING. THE AWKWARDNESS. THE UNRESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION. THE EVENTUALLY RESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION. THE BEAUTIFUL WRITING AND CHARACTERIZATION. GOOD FUCKING BYE WORLD THIS FIC KILLED ME

We fit together (oneshot, sfw) by Llama_and_Lion

I FUCKING DIED READING THIS FIC. I CHOKED ON THE SHEER AMOUNT OF FLUFF. OH MY GOD. HOW COULD SOMETHING SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS EVEN EXIST ON THIS EARTH??? I FEEL SO BLESSED??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Time Enough (oneshot, mature) by Beltenebra

I’M SCREAMING. THIS IS SO, SO SWEET YET HOT SET ME ON FIRE PLS??? THE FLUFF IS TOO REAL I’M CRYING I HAVE NO WORDS

for the rest of my days (oneshot, sfw) by my dearest @altisetsky

THIS FIC FUCKED ME UP SO HARD THE CENTRAL FOCUS ISN’T EVEN REALLY OTAYURI BUT THIS FIC IS SO, SO AMAZING OKAY GO READ IT FOR THE MILA AND YURI FRIENDSHIP FEELS YOU WILL FUCKING DIE I PROMISE

icarus, point to the sun (oneshot, mature) by @humanthyla

BEKA MOTHERFUCKING WON GOLD FUCK YEAHHHHHH MY BOI FINALLY GOT THE GOLD HE DESERVES I’M SOBBING??? ALSO… PROUD BOYFRIEND YURI??? BOTTOM!BEKA??? GOLD METAL KINK??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

Kotyonok (oneshot, sfw) by Bricker

I’M SCREECHING HAHA, this fic was so funny, witty and just really fun to read? OTABEK AND YURI AWKWARDLY FLIRTING IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD I SWEAR TO GOD

fingers crossed my obsession with you is tameable (oneshot, mature) by @yourplisetsky

THIS FIC. ENDED ME. OH MY GOD. IT’S SO FREAKING CUTE AND HOT OH MY GOD I WAS AGGRESSIVELY FANNING MY FACE THE ENTIRE TIME HELP ME I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP

Impulsive (oneshot, mature) by my dearest @nooowestayandgetcaught

I’M SHRIEKING THIS IS GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT RIGHT HERE!!! I AM ON FIRE HOLY SHIT… also… pay attention to what Yuri is ranting about… COUGHS

i’d still dance with you (oneshot, mature) by @hawberries

I SPENT THE ENTIRETY OF THIS FIC DYING YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND I STILL CAN’T COHERENTLY EXPRESS HOW AMAZING THIS FIC IS (also… the writer is an AMAZING ARTIST how the fuck are people so multi-talented I swear to god)

Gravity (oneshot, mature) by @fahye

THIS IS SUCH A CREATIVE AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN FIC??? Oh my god, the characterization is so great and it’s so awesome watching Otabek and Yuri’s relationship progress over the years…!!! A+++ WOULD RECOMMEND

cast your spell (oneshot, sfw) by @actualbird

THIS FIC WAS SO LOVELY…!!! Such a cute magic AU! I love how Otabek and Yuri develop their friendship so naturally and easily IT’S REALLY, REALLY CUTE AND ADORABLE <3

otabekaltindaily reblogged your post (ongoing, sfw) by @mighty-poffertjes

THE SOCIAL MEDIA FIC I’VE ALWAYS BEEN LOOKING FOR. WE CAN ALL RELATE TO KNUCKLEVINES I MEAN #OTABEKALTINDEFENSESQUAD FOR LIFE??? ALSO, WHERE CAN I SIGN UP FOR BEKA’S FANCLUB???

Darts Made of Hummingbirds (oneshot, sfw) by LiviKate

THIS FIC WAS SO GOOD I really love how this fic addresses Yuri’s growing and changing body! And how Otabek is MORE THAN OKAY WITH IT YEAH SON YOUR BOI IS GROWING INTO A MAN HEH 8D

Wow… okay, so I tried to be more coherent but it DIDN’T WORK. I don’t think I’m very good at containing my feelings. OH WELL.

I REALLY WANTED TO ADD MORE BUT I’M SO TIRED RIGHT NOW SO… see you next Saturday! <3

Please go and kudos all of these lovely fics! Also, please, PLEASE comment if you can; all these writers deserve so much love, support and praise for their hard work.

A huge thank you to all the writers on this list (and all fanfic writers in general) for sharing their beautiful creations with us! I love and appreciate you guys so much <3

The memories that hurt-Justin bieber imagine(mature)

Justin leaves Y/N due to his career. Y/N misses him.

He was gone for about 1 month now. When he left me, the first week was like hell, my mind fell deep into the pits of the devils. Still to this day, I still sometimes feel the memories at the back of head, continuing to bang against the door, wanting to appear in my life again as if it was wanting to destroy any self control i had left. 

Laying here right now, alone and silently made my head begin to spin a thousand miles per second. The feeling of his warm body beside mine whenever I woke up along his soft tender kisses against my face as he always loved to tickle me with. I missed his playfulness, his high raspy laugh whenever I cracked a joke and the way we could say whatever we wanted with each other. I missed the lazy moments we spent together, us being lazy after our many sex session as we laid in bed until 12pm. But want I missed most after 1 month without him was his touch, so tender and memorable making me remember every detail as clear as if it was replayed on TV over and over again. 

The way his lips kissed my body, the way they made me fall apart instantly, making my body whither against his affection. His mouth feeling so amazing and pleasurable as they touch my inner thighs ever so lightly. I unknowingly bring my fingers under the white thick blankets and graze them ever so slightly above the thin material of my panties. Loving the feeling, I continue my the self torture. I shiver as the touch now feeling so foreign to me begin to bubble up in my lower stomach as I continue to rub myself. My mind begins to travel back in time, the times when he could make me lose my mind with his finger just rubbing against my core. I moan out his name, whining for his thick fingers to penetrate me. 

“More,” I whine out to him desperately. I close my eyes softly and start to imagine his fingers pleasuring me instead. I quickly push my panties to the side, just enough or my to stick a single finger in. I groan out instantly, loving the feeling of my finger against my tight walls. Even though I hadn’t seen him for a month, the feeling instantly brought me back to all the times he would plunge his fingers into me, always bringing me to my orgasm within a few minutes. I continue to stimulate myself to my high, pushing my finger into my core not stopping until I feel my well deserved high. I lift my hips of the bed, clutching onto the bedsheets as I let go. I open my watery eyes, tears beginning to slide down my eyes. I began to let out my muffled cries as I turn my body and clutch myself to his large t shirt I was wearing. 

“Y/N?” a familiar voice travels from outside my bedroom. I instantly open my eyes. 

“Hey,” he greets me softly with a warm smile as he steps into my room. I open to see him looking back at me with wide eyes. He looked healthy and happy as he stands there at the end of my bed. With a large black hoodie and shorts on with his hands tucked in as he stood there staring at me. 

“Uh, I came to collect the rest of my stuff,” He says gently as he begins to kneel down to collect his belongings. I wipe my tears pathetically with the back of my hand. I was stupid enough think he would come back for me, for us, for our relationship. I feel more tears at the back of my eyes, threatening to fall any second. I sit up quickly, bringing my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my knees. 

“Are you ok?” He gently asks me, his voice sounding concerned. He steps closer until he is standing right next to me, his body so close to mine as he looks down at me. I glance up at him before looking down at my knees again. 

“Yea-h” I finally say as I look up to meet his eyes again. My voice unstable and broke like my glass in a million pieces against my rough throat, cutting deeply into it. 

“Only cause we broke up, doesn’t mean I dont care about you Y/N.” he says seriously before sitting down on my bed. I turn my head away from his gaze as the tears suddenly poured out. I rushed my hands up to cover up my mistake. He suddenly takes me by my wrists and pulls back to face him. He stares at my crying face, makeup ruined and black as it runs down my cheeks. 

“Hey hey hey, don’t cry,” He says in a soft tone, hoping to calm me down. My emotions began to pour out my me, unable to hold them in any longer. Although I felt many emotions bulit up inside of me but with his soft voice and comfort he was showing me right now, I spit out my undeniable love for him. 

“I miss you,” I whisper in a cracked voice, my mouth dry as I continue to whimper. I was never the type to be the first to admit anything but with his touch so tender and warm against me, it made me feel weak and lost without him. Wanting him closer to me, I needily kiss me. His lips, soft and tender, responding to mine perfectly. 

“Justi-n” I beg breathlessly. I slightly pull away from him, not to far to miss his body heat but just enough to look into at his face. 

“Make me forget,” I whisper desperately before grabbing him by his thick hoodie and pulling him onto the bed. He hovers above me, his intense eyes on me. The stare he gave me made me tingle in heat, giving me motivation to please him more. I climb on top of his body, his legs in between mine as I support my body with my knees and quickly remove the large tshirt over my head. With my body exposed and his intense stare, it didn’t make me shy like usual but instead me confident. I glance down at him to see him looking right back at me, his eyes racking over exposed skin. 

He looked like he was desperate as I was for him. I desperately hoped he needed this as much as I did, that he still loved me as much as i loved him. 

I begin to stradle him as he sits up, the hardness in his pants obviously evident as i feel it against my clothed core. I quickly began to take my panties off, wanting to feel him already against me. I struggle, my legs getting in the way, my hands not cooperating. I pant heavily, desperation dripping off my voice. He sees me struggling and decides to help me out. He pushes me back onto the bed, my head falling into the white thick blankets. My hair making a mess, slighty covering my eyes. He easily slips my thin panties off down my legs, my dripping core bare for his eyes. He leans down on his knees, his face directly in front of my heat. 

“You smell so good, so wet,” He whispers deeply, his voice almost taunting me. He quickly dives in, his mouth lapping over my core, jucies covering his pink lips and it begins to drip down his chin. 

“So delicious,” he pulls away as he swipes his tongue around the his bottom and upper lip, “God i miss this taste.” 

I see him stare back into my eyes, not missing my reaction as he leans in, back to his meal. I feel his tounge licking up, eating me out so deeply, making my lower stomach tighten. 

“Oh my go-d” I whine out, unable to hold the pleasure in any longer. I open my mouth slighty, panting breathlessy as I look down at him with lazy eyes. 

“You like that baby?” he taunts me, eyes peering right at mine. Too focused on the pleasure he’s giving me I whine out as a repsone. He suddenly grips the back of my ankles roughly, pushing them until they hit the back of thighs, the cool air instantly hitting my core, making me gasp at the feeling. He leans down, insteading of contiuing to finsihing my near orgasm, he starts to kiss the inside of my thighs. The juices that leaked down my thighs, he begins to lick it up, feeling his heaving breathing against my core. I whine out desperately, wanting his lips on my again. 

“Mhmm, what do you want baby?” He asks in a teasing voice. I thrust my hips up, hoping to get his attention back to my heat. He uses his strong strength and pushes me back onto the bed. 

“Answer me Y/N,” he says roughly, his voice deep. My mind begins to spin, the pleasure so intense making me into a desperate mess. 

“Fuck me,” I spit out uncontrollably, “please.” 

My voice in a whiney voice, wanting nothing but for him to take me to my high like he always did. The feeling he bought me in seconds, the feeling that made my legs weak, the feeling that made my head spin out of control. He stares at me, eyes shades deeper than before. 

“Fuck this,” he breathes heavily, “I need you so bad Y/N.” 

He kneels back up, ripping off his thick hoodie over his head, revealing his toned chest, with his structured body i missed so much. He didn’t even wear anything underneath his jumper I instantly hope he didn’t wear anything underneath his shorts either. I continue to stare at his shorts, his bulge obvious standing out, I reach out and roughly feel him. He felt so hard and ready, I greedily yank his shorts down, along with his boxers, reveling his hard shaft, glistening down with liquid at the tip. I harshly run my finger along it, his member instantly twitching at my touch. He chucks his hoodie off his arms and onto the ground before returning back to me, to see his shorts off.

“So impatient, what’s gotten into you Y/N?” he teases me with a smirk.

He seems to be his old self again, making it seem like nothing even happened between us. I grip his shaft a bit harder, tugging into it and bringing my mouth to taste him. I wrap my lips around him, missing his thickness between my mouth. 

“Mhmm,” I mumble against him, the vibrations making him release a deep groan. I continue to suck on him, determine to bring him to his high, to have him shaking above me. 

“Stop Y/N, “ he breathes out. He pulls away from me. I look up at him in confusion. 

“I won’t last any longer and I want to make you feel good today.” He speaks, reminding me this was only a one night stand. I quickly wrap my legs around his torso, pushing his body into me, his shaft rubbing against my core. “Justi-n,” I whine, wanting him to penerate me already. He was desperate for me as I was for him. Nothing had changed, we both needed each other as if we were still together right now. He plunges into me, his thick shaft streching my tight walls making me wail out in pain. Without any thing inside of me for so long, feeling him inside so big and thick, making me wail out in pain. 

“So tight,” he groans out, “god i missed the feeling of you.” 

“Me too,” I moan out for him. He suddenly dives into me faster, never missing a second, his shaft drilling into me in a inhumanely pace. I feel myself coming close to my high, I clench around his shaft, feeling the fullness of him inside of me, restricting me from clenching my core. I let go, my orgasming washing over my body as I raise my body off the bed. 

Not a second later, his thrusts began to come sloppy. I feel him let go inside of me, a deep growl escaping his lips. He looked so amazing as he let go, this was a sight it’ll miss. I pull his face into a depserate his, my breath heavy agaisnt his, our deep breaths mixing against each others face. I close my eyes, kissing him one last time.

#39 The New Role In His Life (Harry Styles)

Will make this a series if you guys like it…

Storyline: A new role for Harry’s best friend in his life. 

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“I don’t see a way out of it,” Harry sighed, as he came and lay beside me. I was cuddled up in my sheets eating my chocolate raisins and watching Telly. “Shift a little, let me in,” he pulled the sheets. 

“But, I’m warm,” I whined. 

“You’re not listening to me,” He got in my sheets and pulled me closer to steal all my warmth. “I’m very serious. It’s not going to happen. I can’t get married.” 

“Of course you can’t,” I tried pulling away, “It took me hours to get warm! Let me go!” 

“I’m cold,” He was so strong now, it annoyed me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head on my chest. 

“You’re too close to me. I don’t like touching,” I grumbled. 

“Shut up and solve my problem. Why are you even my best friend? I’m ruining a good title for you,” He showed me his tongue and, went back into cuddling me. “They want me to get married.” 

“Nobody can force you into marriage. Stop the bullshit, please. Just say no,” I said, finally giving in and changing the channel to watch something that wasn’t telemarketing. Nothing else played at 3 A.M. 

“There are a lot of benefits, though,” He looked up. 

“Then say that.” 

“Fine! If I get married now, it will really add to my entire career and image. After an age, it becomes important and, you know the rest,” He cleared, “I just an not marrying Kendall.” 

“She is your option?” I shifted up the bed and placed another pillow behind my back. “I thought, you didn’t want to go beyond the girlfriend thing.” 

“Yes, exactly. And getting married to one of the Kardashians? It’s not going to add in the way, I want it to, but we have discussed all of this Lilith! I can’t marry her!” He exclaimed. 

“You’re sick. You’re in a relationship with her. And, don’t want to marry her! You’re absolutely sick.” 

“She doesn’t want to marry me either. It’s mutual,” He sighed. 

“She doesn’t want to marry you? What’s her reason?” I asked. 

“You’ll laugh.” 

“Who says I’m not now?” I smiled. 

“Stop it, Lilith! She wants somebody who actually loves her and not, well, that’s now me,” He answered, now shifting his head to my stomach. 

“You know, I’m ticklish and, you still don’t stop!” I groaned, trying to shift away from his body, but to no avail. “Let me think about it. I can’t help you. You know so many women, ask one of them.” 

“Really who?” He said, sarcastically. “Who can I actually just go and marry?” 

“You want to be smart, get out! Let me sleep!” He showed me his tongue and switched off the television. Pulling me down to cuddle again which he knows I hated. 

I woke up next morning on my stomach, and Harry’s head on my back. “Harry, Harry, Harry…” I tried waking him up. “I’m too hot now, move!” He groaned and shifted on his back. This man had an issue of shedding clothes and was now sleeping almost naked in my bed. “Completely hopeless!”  

I made breakfast for both of us while reading the newspaper. I had a busy day planned and, I wasn’t going to let Harry make me late again. He walked into the room, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Taking a seat on the kitchen table, “Are you going to work today?” 

“I have no idea why that’s a question,” I laughed. 

“You can work from home. I still remember you saying that’s the best part of your job! Not tied to one location,” He pouted. “Help me, Lilith!” 

“Oh my god! Eat your breakfast and go home! Talk to your manager, and finalise on who you want to get married to, if you want to get married even and, stop cribbing, Harry! Of all our discussion, this is the most ridiculous one of all!” I scolded. 

“What nonsense! I think the worst was if jellyfishes can hug!” Harry yelled behind me. 

“And, this is what he argues about!” I shut the door, laughing. 

Harry and I had known each other since school. It was only a few years ago, when I had met him again, by chance and then, stayed in contact and now, he was my best friend. I liked our relationship, I was comfortable around him. He was the only guy I could be comfortable around after all my failed relationships that lined my history. 

Finishing my work from the main office, I took a cab to Harry’s house since he had some brilliant news to tell me. I rang his doorbell, checking all my mails because, once in the house, I wouldn;t get the chance again. 

“And look who is here,” Harry opened the door. Something was wrong, I could feel and see it. He stood there, in a Sheer black shirt leaning against the door with a seductive look in his eyes. 

“Harry…” I warned as I stepped in, knowing all his tricks really well. 

“I made dinner,” He smirked as his closed the door and walked behind me. 

“You always make dinner,” I eyed him. 

“I do, only for the special,” He kissed my cheek, taking off my coat. 

“You have a lot of special people then, Harry. What did you make?” I asked, trying to step away from him. 

“Your favourite, sit,” He pulled the chair. 

“I’ll help you get the food from the kitchen,” I stopped him, but then I looked towards the kitchen, ”but, you have servers, okay. Am I missing anything?” I took a step back, but he pulled me towards him and made me sit. 

The servers brought food in, and Harry poured the wine. It was all my favourite. After taking a bite of my food, confirming he had cooked it, “Okay, what do you want?” 

“Marry me.” 

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Jin: Confession

Word Count: 1229
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Jin x Reader
Summary: The fourth of a mini series I’ve started, creating small scenarios for each member, revolving around their love confessions for you! I hope you enjoy it, send feedback or requests my way here!

Taehyung | Hoseok | Jin | Yoongi | Jungkook | Namjoon | Jimin

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Fuck.

She’s so beautiful.

How is she even a person?

I’m desperately trying to keep my eyes on the road, but the way the wind blows in her hair and she’s looking through the pictures on her camera. God, her hands.

Okay, Jin. Eyes on the road.

Ah, no, she laughed. Who told the angels to sing now? She knows what she’s doing to me, how could she not? Her little hands fumbling with the camera- oh, no, that’s not how you – ah, she deleted all the pictures. Great.

“You deleted all the pictures, Y/N.”

No, don’t look at me. Oh God, her eyes.

“What do you mean? Jin, where are they?”

Fucking hell, you can be so stupid at times. I hate you. Oh no, she’s pouting. Her lips. God, I love you.

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“Jin, I deleted all the pictures!” the panic rose within you, realizing that you had ruined a day’s worth of memories. He was unusually evasive, as he had been on the entire trip.

Jin had finally found a few days to hang out with you, the two of you agreeing to go on a road trip. You had left late last night, purposely so that you could enjoy the sunrise at the beach where you were going. It was secluded, a small shore merging with the woods. It had taken you hours to get there, Jin packing food for the entire trip. You had already spilled a little on the way there, the corners of his mouth hesitantly rising as he saw your white shirt now orange with kimchi.

You had finally arrived to the beach, his truck parked so that you could lay in the open cargo area whilst enjoying the view. You both stripped to your bathing suits and Jin hadn’t acted the same ever since. He grew awkward, his giggle a few octaves louder than usual. When you had chosen to attack him in the water by jumping on his back, he froze. You felt his limbs stiffen beneath you as he swallowed and when you turned him around, his face was painted red. The day passed by far too fast and before you knew it, the two of you were watching the sunset as you ate Jin’s food in the cargo area, reminiscing and sharing stories. Jin had always been your closest friend in a way that nobody had been before. It was… different with Jin. In a way, you’d have to admit to yourself that what you had was somewhere in between a relationship and a friendship. Jin had never pursued anything, so you kept those thoughts to yourself – but everything else was shared. His big, bright smiled lit up the shore and when the sun had set, the two of you decided to drive back home.

“That’s really unfortunate, Y/N…”

“No…” you whined, “This is awful! I had so many pictures! I had pictures of your beautiful smile, Jin!”

“Gasp! A scandal! You lost a picture of my beautiful smile!” he ironically mimicked, his hand glued to the side of his face.

You punched the side of him as you sunk your head to see if there was a way you could retrieve the pictures. You lifted your knees on the seat as you sunk your head into them in defeat upon realizing that you had lost them.

“We’ll make new memories, Y/N…” he tried comforting you, placing his large hand on your back. His voice had gotten a little shaky, his palm sweaty on your back.

“Jin, I wanted these pictures… They were beautiful memories…”

“Should we go back?”

“It’s too dark now…”

“We’ll sleep in the car and then we’ll just repeat the process in the morning!” he smiled, proud of his own plan. Your eyes widened in surprise, a smile emerging as you frantically nodded. He turned the car, returning to the small shore.

It was a lot darker than you had figured, the only light coming from the car. He pulled out some extra blankets, leaving the lights in the car on. He gave you one and you were quick to wrap yourself up, laying yourself down as the stars above you took you by surprise.

“Wow, Jin! Look up!”

He laid himself down next to you, keeping a conservative distance as his eyes travelled from your eyes to the stars. There wasn’t much of a difference to him. Although your eyes did carry a heavier sparkle. At least to him.

“Wow…” he muttered at the sight, his eyes now pacing back to you.

“Isn’t that beautiful… it’s so clear out here…” your voice had grown small when you turned your head to see Jin looking at you. You smiled at him as you squirmed closer to him until your bodies were touching. He inhaled sharply, nervously wrapping his arms around you. It had gotten quiet for the first time in a while, your face only inches from his. His face was relaxed, the moonlight gracefully landing on the high points of his face. Perhaps it was purely because of how the stars were aligned that night, but something in you gave you the courage to carefully near his lips, tilting your head slightly to initiate it. It didn’t take long before his lips followed, slowly nearing themselves yours. And then they touched. His plump lips softer than silk, carefully grazing yours with a light peck as he waited for the courage within him to grow. He pulled back, his eyes deep into yours.

“Y/N…”

“I’m sorry…” you muttered, unsure if you had overstepped.

“Don’t do this to me…”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, an insecurity rising in your stomach.

“Did I mess up?”

“I can’t… Do this to you…” his words were chopped and static, “because this will mean something to me.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, a naive curiosity peeking.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just… It won’t just be a kiss to me.”

Your stomach began turning with butterflies as you were slowly putting the pieces together. You had both felt the spark.

“It won’t just be a kiss to me either…”

“I don’t think you understand, you…” he stopped in his tracks as he collected his mind, barely stuttering the words, “You mean more to me than just a kiss. I can’t settle for a kiss.”

A shy smile was carefully creeping up on your face as you childishly tugged on his sleeve, your eyes fixated on the smooth fabric.

“I can’t settle for a kiss either…”

His eyes widened with shock as he blinked, trying to make sense of the situation. Had you felt it too? Was his love actually mutual?

“No?”

“No…”

“I need to make it clear… do you like me?” he asked nervously.

“I like you.” you giggled at how oblivious he was being, patiently waiting for him to finally kiss you.

He chucked proudly, victory painted all over his face.

“Wow, that’s awesome.” he smiled, “This feels great.”

You pushed him lightly, laughing at his stupidity.

“You’re so dumb…” you smiled.

His eyes finally shifting from your eyes to your lips as his hand travelled to your waist, pulling you closer as he embraced you for a kiss. It was different from the one prior, his lips much more dominant and confident. He smiled into the kiss as he finally realized what had happened, underneath those millions of stars.

Allow me to Demon-strate

Allow me to Demon-strate by Trentkusuri

Alfred is possessed by a demon and it’s up to Ivan to save his lover from eternal damnation to hell. You know, normal stuff that happens every day.

Id: 9927530 - Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers - Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence - M/M - Rated: Mature - English - Mild Gore/Happy Ending/Established Relationship/RusAme/implied FrUK/Blood/Exorcisms/Demonic Possession - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3849 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 133 - Updated: 26 Feb 2017 - Relationships: [America/Russia (Hetalia)]/[Russia/America] - Characters: America (Hetalia)/Russia (Hetalia) - Complete

This is a one of a kind oneshot story! So many intriguing moments and surprises too until the end :)

Control her -Justin Bieber imagine(mature)

In which Justin and Y/N experiments with handcuffs.

I click the handcuffs around her dainty wrists to the white metal bedframe. I couldn’t wait to please her, to take control but after all this was Y/N idea.

“Are you sure Y/N, I don’t want to force you into anything.” I say seriously. I didn’t want to pressure her into something out of her comfort zone. I wrap my arms around her her neck, pulling her close to me. The presence of her smaller body against mine was so pleasing and satisfying, making me want to clutch her so tightly and never let her go. “I want to please you though” she says softly. I continue to hug her tighter, “You do please me.” She did. She pleases more than anything else, anyone else. She didn’t know how much I needed her.

A sudden soft touch against my bare chest breaks me off my day dream. I do remember Y/N reply to the topic. She accidently found out my pleasure for a submissive lover. Why didn’t I clear my history off my Macbook.

“Justin, what are you waiting for?”

A melodiously giggle rings into my ears. I glance down to see a smile spawn over her face. She pouts her lips into a cute experrison. I lean down to kiss her lips.

Was she this impatience?

“Getting impatient are we now? I say to tease her, smiling cheekily at her.

I softly grip the sides of her waist, caressing her skin as softly as possible not wanting to freak her out or anything. I pull my head back to examine her body sprawled all out in front of me. I instantly lick my lips at the sight. The wildness of her hair, covering the white pillow beneath her, framing her gorgeous face. Not to mention her tender nubs all out for me, that I wanted to bite so bad. I bite down harshly on my bottom lip, trying to steady myself and not to break the self control I have. I lean down, pecking her stomach ever so slightly.

I move down eyeing her heat. I glance up to find her watching my movements with wide eyes. I leave one of my hands off her waist and brush my thumb between her legs. She muffles a whine above me. I pull my face away evilly, continuing to slowly rub her through her thin panties. I could already feel her wetness through the fabric, no doubt in my mind she’ll fall apart soon. I did love the control I had over her.

“Baby?” I whisper, prying her eyes to open.

She has her eyes shut tightly, clutching onto her bottom lip between her teeth. She was a sight to see, a sight that’ll only be mine. The way her body will squirm and shuffle under mine made me lose my mind. I did feel bad for torturing her but at the same time it made me feel superior. I wanted to see her shake in pleasure beneath me, to hear my name from her sweet lips over and over again. Y/N suddenly breathes out my name, turning my full attention back to her.

“Please give me something mor-e.” She harshly yanks against the handcuffs.

I grin as I hear the dangling sound of the metal hitting against each other. I pull my thumb away from her heat, grinning evilly. She whimpers in disappointment.

“Tell me, Y/N.” I say, staring at her face as I continue, “tell me what you want me to do.”

She narrows her eyes at me, disappointment evident in her eyes. I hover my body above hers, placing both my arms beside her head. She focuses her eyes at me, flicking her orbs over my face. I roughly plunge two digits in her heat. The tightness of her walls rubbing against my fingers made me leave a low groan from my throat. God she was so tight and wet. She opens her mouth, a barely audible gasp leaves her sweet lips, the high pitched whine was like music to my ears. The noise sending a tingling shiver straight to my shaft. She thrust her hips up to my working fingers. I chuckle at her cute attempt to get more friction.

“Patience baby,” I whisper lowly as I speed up my movements a tad, her walls so incredibly amazing against my fingers, making me think about giving up and going straight to fucking her until she cries out for me to stop. I let out a groan even at the thought of it.

I glance down to her heat. My fingers moving into her heat a fast pace, her panties fully soaked, creating a patch.

How was she so wet?

I retract my fingers from her heat, a string of juices along with it. My fingers were fully glistening with her juices. I bring my fingers to my lips, sucking slowly, making sure to tease Y/N. The facials of her aftermath was so sexy. She looked so vulnerable and fucked, just the way I liked it. She bites her lip, making me wildly growl at the sight of her. I quickly pull my fingers out and practically rip her panties off. The waiting needed to be over. I tug down my sweatpants and boxers in one swift go, not wanting to wait any longer. My mind could only focus one thing and that pleasing Y/N. My shaft feels so amazing to finally free from what felt like torture. I aline my shaft with her awaiting heat. I slowly push in, thrusting carefully, making sure to not hurt Y/N. I suck in a breath at the feeling of her walls around my member. She gasps above me.

“Are you ok babe?” I breathe out.

“Yea-h, just move a bit.”

I happily oblige to her request and begin to thrust my hips in a steady pace, the feeling making me lose control instantly. I speed up my thrusts. I look down to her face. Her eyes were shut tightly, her mouth slightly parted with little pants leaving her lips. I glance down to where our bodies are joined, memorised by the erotic sight. I slam into her harder, wanting to bring us to our orgasms faster. I start to feel sweat build up on my forehead. I could feel my orgasm coming a little too fast with the way she was rubbing my shaft to amazingly. I bring my eyes to her chest. I could see the way her chest was moving, beating fast like a drum. I take a nipple between my teeth and bite on it teasingly. I knew how much she liked it when I did. My name sweetly leaves her lips.

“I can’t hold on any long-er,” she breathes out along with many heavy pants.

I tuck my head in her neck. I grunt lowly as I feel her walls clench around my shaft, indicating she was already there. She leaves a high pitched whine as she squirms against my body below me. The warmth of her unsteady breathing blowing into my left ear. I push a final thrust before I feel myself let go. I leave a string of curse words as I spill my seed inside of her. I pull out, slapping my body against hers like a dead piece of meat.

“Justin, move away from me,” She laughs breathlessly as she tries to push me off her body.

“You’re sweaty, stop it,” she continues to whine like a baby.

I laugh breathlessly at her immature pleads for me to get off her. I forcefully push my tired sweaty body off hers. That was amazing. She was amazing. Y/N was someone I only met a month ago. Even though of the age gap between us, our relationship was perfectly stable.

“Untie me please?” I glance up to see Y/N wriggling her wrist against the restraints. I chuckle at her, almost forgetting about the handcuffs.

“You are amazing Y/N,” I say as I lightly peck her lips.

Justin Bieber - Apology (Requested)

Justin pushed me up against the wall behind me. His shirtless, slightly sweaty chest moving up and down with his heavy breathing. His necklaces dangled off his neck, one hand pushing my hip to the wall and the other near my head so I simply couldn’t get away. He was angry, and I knew why.

We were at the club, I had deliberately dragged Justin on to the dance floor. And unknown to me I got lost in the crowd and thought Justin was still behind me. I started dancing with some random stranger, thinking it was Justin, and let me tell you, it was getting heated on the dance floor. But it was when Justin found me pulling me away when I realized my mistake, and Justin didn’t take my reason behind it. Now he was angry.

Just before he pinned me to the wall it was a screaming match, me trying to explain what happened and him yelling at me for not realizing.  But now he had me in this position, and I was felling quite vulnerable. He lowered his head down to the side of mine, his breathe cold on my shoulder. “You’re gonna regret dancing with that guy,” he whispered it lowly in my ear, I felt shivers going up my spine and goosebumps raise on my arms. I struggled to push him away, my hands on his hard chest as I pushed with all the energy I could muster up while feeling like this, it was pathetic. 

Justin let me push him back, stepping back and letting me go from the wall. “Turn around,” it was a simple command, and right now, I didn’t want to make him any angrier by saying no or stalling. So I did what he said, and turned around against the wall, my hands on the cold wall.

He stepped closer, I could feel his presence behind me, as I tried to get closer to the wall. I could feel his hands touch my sides, and slowly moved downwards to my hips then my thighs. I looked down, letting out a heavy breath, “arms up,” was all he said. Justin pulled my dress off my body, pulling it up over my head as I was left in my knickers only. Justin’s hands went to my sides again, this time moving up and wrapping around my body, inching closer and closer to my nipples in mere seconds. His chest was pressed against my bare back now. “I want you to apologize,” his lips moving to my shoulder and up my neck. “I’m sorry, I thought it was you,”

“Not good enough,” he replied instantly, like he didn’t care what I was going to say before he even made up his mind of what to say. Justin’s hands finally travelled south, where, right now, I needed to feel his touch the most. They went down my stomach, light trails of his fingers again giving me shivers down my spine. But as I thought they’d continue straight down, and against myself, I was wrong. He diverted his hands to my hips, letting a finger on each side go inside the fabric of my underwear. Slowly pulling them down my legs, eventually they just fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. They were left on the floor as Justin span me around, his lips crashing into mine for the first time since we’d gotten back from the club. 

My arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, letting my bare body get that much closer to his half naked one. It didn’t last long before he pulled away, stepping back the slightest bit. He gave himself room to take off his pants and boxers underneath. His hard member slapping against his stomach, but he didn't go to touch it. Instead he stepped closer to me again, pushing me against the wall behind me where I’ve been possibly the whole night. His lips once again were pushed against mine, his tongue breaking its entrance into my mouth in seconds. My arms again wrapped themselves around Justin's neck and shoulders, as his hands moved from my waist down to my arse. He lifted me effortlessly, using the wall to his advantage of keeping me airborne. I managed to wrap my legs around his waist, just as he pulled away from the kiss. 

He looked at me then looked down, I knew what he had in mind. I moved one of my hands down between us, grabbing his member and pumping it a few times in this awkward position. I lined it up to myself as Justin managed to lower my body down onto his. A moan spilling out of my lips as my hand retreated back up to grip onto Justin’s shoulder. 

My nails dug into his shoulder as he pushed my body further up against the wall. Pushing himself inside of myself completely before pulling out almost all the way. He used the wall to squish my body against it, letting one of his hands go to the wall beside my side. He moved his face into my shoulder and neck, biting onto where the two join as his thrusts into me got rougher and rougher. My eyes shut tightly as I went to look up, giving Justin all the more room to mark me. His lips trailed down my neck, across my shoulder then back up my neck to my jaw. Moving his lips to mine as I was close to orgasm. Justin swallowed all my moans sin the sloppy, messy kiss. I was the one to open my mouth, making the kiss collapse. I let out an pornographic worthy moan as my head moved back, lightly hitting it on the wall. 

“OH GOD, JUSTIN!” I dug my nails further into his skin as I came. Clenching myself involuntarily around Justin, as he held on. Justin’s thrusts didn’t finish until I was a panting mess with nothing left in me. He pulled out as his member was between us both now. I moved one of my hands from around his neck to around his member, only needing to move my hand along it a few times before he came all over our chests. His forehead against my shoulder as he let out one of the hottest groans I’ve ever heard come from him. After he was finished and panting along with me, he slowly let me down. My legs weak I slipped down the wall and fell on my bum. Justin chuckled as he went to help me up, sitting me on the bed before disappearing and coming back with toilet paper to clean up with. 

“Do you still not accept my apology?” I finally regained my usual breathing.

“I think what we just did was better than a sorry,”

“Good, because if I wasn’t so tired from that I’d say lets go again. Night.”

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Dangerous Game (Mature)

Originally posted by loveviral

My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck as his hands were fixed on my ass, squeezing it every now and then. Our eyes were gazing deep into the other’s. The sexual tension was at its peak, almost suffocating me. Our lips so close, the littlest movement could make them touch. My hand softly caressing the little hairs on the back of his neck, making his eyes flutter for a quick second. His hands bringing my crotch closer to his, forcing me to feel his arousal. We both knew what we were doing to each other, we were playing a dangerous game but neither of us cared. 

Having had enough, he moved his mouth closer to mine so he could kiss me but I was quick to react as I pulled my face back and left him hanging. He groaned and squeezed the life out of my ass which made me moan and grip his hair tighter. He hissed and brought my lower half even closer to him, if that was even possible. 

“Stop teasing me,” he growled, fire blazing in his eyes and lust dripping in his tone. I let out a breathy chuckled, very turned on myself. 

“I’m not,” I whispered as I subtly grinded against his bulge making him let out a sigh of frustration. 

“Yes you are! You’ve been teasing me for years now, babe. I’ve wanted this for so long and I finally have you exactly where I’ve always wanted you,” his face in extreme close proximity to mine again. His gaze so intense, even the strongest would crumble before him. “Let me have it, let me have you. I gotta have you, please,” he nudged my nose with his and his voice strained as he begged. Begged. He was begging. He was begging for me and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. Justin Bieber begging, pleading for me to give him what he’s always wanted. And what has he wanted? Me? Or the pleasure I could give him? In that moment, I was fine with either because the ache between my thighs was screaming at me and his begging only made it worse. I knew what I had to do, what I needed to do. I had to give him what he wants.

I didn’t have to do much since his face was already so close. So I moved my face and smashed my lips on his with all the force I had. He moaned against my lips, due to surprise? Pleasure? I didn’t know. I tilted my head to get better access to his mouth because I was extremely eager at his point. I wanted all of him and I wanted it now

He invaded my mouth with his tongue without my permission and I moaned at the contact. His tongue was dominating mine and I let him, happily. We both were breathing heavily through our noses and I tugged on his shirt, finding it extremely annoying because it was getting in my way to feel him. He pulled away momentarily and reached back to pull off his shirt, exposing his toned chest to my hungry eyes. I eyed him up and down, licking my lips and biting the lower one afterwards. I knew for a fact that my eyes were screaming lust. 

“Don’t give me that look, it makes me ache for you even more,” he growled as he backed me into the wall. He attacked my neck as my back ran into the wall and hitched my thigh on his waist. His hand travelled further up my thigh, under the hem of my dress, as he caressed it. He pinched my underwear clad ass, making me squeal. His lips were sucking my collarbone and his teeth tugging on the skin, for sure marking their territory. 

“Just fuck me already!” I moaned and moved my hips against his so he would feel how much I needed him. He hissed, and in a split second, he had picked me up and lifted me on a nearby counter. Now that I was on the counter, only then was I able to be exactly his height as he stood between my legs. His palms were flat on the counter, on either side of my legs as he leant forward to press his lips against my sternum. He trailed his kisses lower until my dress didn’t allow him to go any further. His hands moved to my back and I felt him pull the zip down. I arched a little towards him so his lips were pressed harder against my upper chest. I was desperate to feel pressure but Justin was purposely avoiding it as all I felt were his butterfly kisses. When the zip was all the way down, he lifted me up a little and removed the dress from my body completely. Now I sat before him, half naked and his darkened pupils were burning my skin. He was taking his sweet time, admiring my body since it was the first time he’d ever seen it. 

“I’ve been longing for this sight for far too long,” he whispered as his gaze wouldn’t move from my body. His hands went from caressing my thighs to caressing my sides, almost very lovingly. Love. That was something that we couldn’t mix with this. Oh no, we could never. It would make everything that we’ve built until now, go down the drain. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” his voice so deep, it hit me right there. I shivered as his hot breath hit my skin. My desire for him was building as the seconds went by. He was going too slow for my liking. 

I reached out and tugged at his jeans. I popped the button open and pulled the zip down. I breathed heavily as I could now see his bulge peeking from underneath, all the while Justin watched me intensely. I dragged his jeans down, followed by his boxers. My lips parted as I saw his fully erect cock that stood almost right in front of me. My body reacted immediately as I let out a low moan and I was sure my underwear was completely soaked now. My gaze not moving from his dick as my hands gripped it and I felt him twitch. 

“Fuck,” he moaned as I started rubbing him slowly. He was panting as his eyes were solely trained on me. His gaze was intense as he observed the way I pleased him. His hands reached out to grab my hips as my pace quickened and his breath hitched. His lips moved to my neck, sucking the flesh once again. He hissed against my neck as he felt me squeeze him in my hand. His hand moved up to cup my neck and he moved his face so he could gaze into my eyes. “Baby, I wanna be inside of you. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” the desperation was clearly evident in his voice as he grunted because of the pleasure my hand was giving him. I loved to mess with him and maybe I would’ve teased him more if I wasn’t immensely turned on myself. I could just feel how soaked I was for him and the burning desire was rippling through me like rapid fire. And so I didn’t deny his plead; I let him undress me fully. His calloused hands gliding across my now bare body sent tingles up my spine as I longed for him to touch me somewhere else. 

My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him closer to me so I could feel his lips on mine once again. We both moaned at the contact and he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull my body against him so our chests were pushed together. His tongue was quick to invade my mouth as mine fought with his for dominance. He let me win this time and I explored his mouth which seemed to arouse him because I felt him twitch against my thigh. He eventually pulled away, breathing heavily to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll never forget this night.“ 

His words made my breath hitch as I felt him aligning himself with my entrance. "I’m gonna hold you to that, Bieber,” I purred seductively as I caressed his cheek. He bit his lip in response as I saw hints of lust and adoration swirling in his irises. I felt him push inside of me and I cried out as he stretched me. I threw my head back as I felt Justin’s dull nails dig into my hips. He grunted as he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in causing me to whimper at the shock of pleasure coursing through me. I regained my posture as I grabbed his face and kissed him again so I wouldn’t scream embarrassingly loud. But to my dismay, Justin pulled back, “No baby, I wanna hear you. Scream, and let everyone know who’s fucking you good,” he moaned and buried his face into my neck. My hands moved to his back and my nails clawed at his skin as, this time, I moaned out his name. 

His thrusts were becoming relentless as we both neared our orgasms. He stayed true to his word as he fucked me into oblivion which made me a moaning mess. Sweat was glistening on his forehead as his hips worked their magic. His biceps contracted as they kept him up against the counter. The sight was so sexy, it brought me even closer to my high. 

“Justin,” I groaned and tugged at his hair. “Fuck, don’t stop. It feels so good,” my lips moved to his neck and I sucked on his skin; extremely eager to leave marks so that whenever he would look at them, only I would consume his thoughts. Upon hearing my words, his thrusts only become faster and his hand moved down to my clit so he could make me cum before himself. My hips bucked upwards, trying to meet his thrusts but his hands held me in place causing me to whine a little. His lips on mine once again silenced me as I sucked on his tongue. 

He pulled away and in an instant, he pulled me off of the counter making me gasp, turned me around and pushed my upper half on the counter so my cheek and palms were against the marble. He pulled my ass back towards him and inserted himself in me from behind. He slapped my ass and the smack echoed through the room alongside our feverish moans and grunts of pleasure. “Shit baby, I feel you clenching around me. Are you close?” He growled as he continued to ram into me causing my legs to shake beneath me but his firm grip on my hips kept me steady. 

“Mhmm, s-so close. Do that again,” I moaned out and heard him chuckle as he slapped my other ass cheek. My muscles contracted around him once again and I whimpered as I felt myself extremely close to cumming. 

“I see someone likes spanking,” Justin moaned, pleased with the new found information. “Cum for me babe, let me watch you come undone,” he whispered as he thrust into me so hard that he hit my g-spot which had me seeing stars. I cried out as I let myself go. I clenched so hard which would’ve triggered Justin’s orgasm as I felt him release in me as he cursed. I was panting and quivering underneath him and I could say, I had been fucked real good. 

“So was it worth the wait?” I breathed out. 

“Most definitely,” he squeezed my ass, probably proud of himself for finding my weak point. 


Forgive me for i have been MIA for so long but i took a break since my exams were going on and after that…i kinda didn’t know how to continue with my imagines. Hopefully, i will be forgiven and hopefully this imagine makes up for it. I promise im writing the pending requests just bear with me for a while longer and don’t let this flop. On a side note, I’m back bitches!

Party girl-Justin Bieber imagine (mature)

Justin meets Y/N at a party.

Y/N POV-  

“Y/N, Y/N!” the loud chants of my name can be heard throughout the room, above the loud music. I decided to let loose and go to my best friend’s brother’s birthday party. Tessa, whom i’ve known for over 5 years, assisted we went to her older brother’s 21st birthday party, saying it was party ‘we could not miss.’ 

I continue to move hips to the beat, dirty dancing on the kitchen counter top, not giving a care who was filming. I move my hips, shaking my ass to the fast beats, my mini shorts clinging tight to my curves. After my 5th shot of the stinging vodka, I went crazy, my mind not stable to think anymore. I close my eyes, feeling the hype run down my body, I continue to dance, raising my arms in the air. I open my hazy eyes, glancing down at the crowd. I spot a cute boy. He wore a tank top, that exposed his perfect structured arms that I wanted to touch so badly. 

He focused on me, his eyes staring looking up at me as he leans down to sip from the red cup in his hand. I stand there, lost and dazed from my dancing. I couldn’t focus anymore. 

“Y/N, that was so good!” I hear Tessa cheer from below. I jump down the counter top. 

“I got it all on video!” She continues to cheer for me, telling me how good my dancing skills were. 

I nod lazily, my mind on able to comprehend what she was saying, her words going straight through my left ear and out of my right. I feel unable to stand up, my legs suddenly feeling weak, as if any moment i’ll collapse. I clutch onto Tessa’s shoulder, leaning my weight onto her. She quickly notices something wrong. She turns her attention to me, holding me with two arms, slowing walking me into a quiet corner. 

My mind begins to fuzz, a blur suddenly taking over my vision.  Out of the blue, my eyes began to spin, the blur slightly easing my sight. I look around, confusion striking me. I didn’t know where I was. 

The bed sheets were soft, white and thick. The room, oddly tidy, clean and crisp, not an object out of place. A slightly familiar scent floats around the room, a woody earthy but warm and slightly rosey scent, travels to my scenes. The scent smelt so nice and welcoming. 

“Y/N” A deep voice, still and captivating rang in my ears, signaling my head to turn to its direction. 

I see him standing there, with the same red cup and with a hand in his pockets. He looks handsome as ever, his hair brown and soft, making me want to run my fingers through it, his smirk so confident making me suddenly fall into a nervous pit. 

“Uh,” I awkwardly begin, “What am I doing here?” 

“Well, I saw the way you looked at me the entire night” He replies with a half grin, “and the way you move your body is a sight to see.” 

He begins to walk closer to me, moving closer to the side of the bed. The insides of my body starts to tear apart, struggling to breathe, my mind still boozed from the large amount of alcohol I consumed the last hour. I sit there, unable to move, my eyes large and scared for what’s about to happen. He sits his cup on the bed side table before climbing on the bed. He hovers above me, slipping off his expensive slide ons as he gazes into my eyes, his eyes raking over my face intensly. He closes his body around me, supporting himself with his left hand against the headboard. His face so close to mine, I could smell his scent starting to blur my vision.

My body falls apart under him, suddenly I forgot how to breathe. I hold in my breath, eyes wide as he leans beside my ear, “let’s have some fun.” 

His voice making me melt instantly, “What do you say baby?” 

My tongue suddenly ties in a knot, not being able to reply. He suddenly rubs his thumb inside my inner thighs, making me squirm under his body. I close my eyes, my body not responding anymore. I raise my hips at his touch, wanting more, wanting him to touch me further. 

“More,” I breathlessly moan. I didn’t even know his name but it was ridiculous how much I wanted him. I feel myself becoming wetter every second. He continues to tease me, lightly grazing his thumb in my inner thighs, close to where I wanted him to touch. I quickly unbuttoned my denim shorts, signaling him where I needed him most. I clutch the sheets at the side of me, waiting for him to feel me up. I notice his actions suddenly stopping. I open my eyes to see his brown eyes full of lust. My eyes lace in confusion. 

“You’re drunk Y/N, I don’t think I should go any further,” he spoke seriously. 

“Please, I need you,” I whine breathlessly as I grip his large wrist in a tight grip, wanting him to penetrate me already. 

“God, you’re making this so hard,” He groans. 

I stare at his face. Eyebrows creased and bottom lip taken between his teeth, looking as if he was trying to control himself. I lunge at him, kissing him forcefully, pouring out my lust and want into the kiss. He slides two fingers against my slick folds. I moan into the kiss before I quickly pull away from his lips, instantly forgetting how to breathe. I begin to let out little pants, breathless as he begins to rub against my core with his large fingers.

“You’re so wet,” He growls deeply. I shut my eyes, loving the way he was making me feel. 

“Moan Justin’s name babygirl,” he demands with a warning tone, his warm breath blowing directly in my left ear. His voice edging me closer, making me want to let go already. 

A boy I just meet only less than a couple of hours ago has his fingers between my legs. He had a dangerous look on his face the first time i laid eyes on him, already knowing that he was trouble. His arms, decorated with ink and perfectly displayed through his baggy basketball singlet. The way his eyes would follow, indicating me he wanted me right there and then. 

Suddenly he plunges two fingers into my heat, feeling myself stretch with his digits. I yelp at his rough actions, my eyes opening wide. 

“Say my name Y/N,” he demands once again. 

He roughly penetrates me at a fast pace making me go crazy, my body not able to take it any longer. I feel his digits rubbing intensely against my walls, the pleasure so overwhelming. I stare back at him with lazy eyes, my lips not being able to form a sentence anymore, my tongue tying itself in a knot. He gazes right back at me with an intense stare before quickly flicking his eyes down at his fingers disappearing into my heat. 

“Come on, baby,” He whispers as he leans in beside my ear, “Am i doing you good?”

He harshly tugs at my left thigh, forcing my legs apart. He continues to plunge his two fingers into my walls. The feeling in my lower stomach becoming so intensely sore, beginning to tighten up.

“Justi-n,” I whine, my voice sounding more high pitched than normal. 

I glance down to see his hand deep in my shorts, moving at a fast pace. I feel my stomach tighten to the max, the sudden buildup letting go. I shut my eyes close as I grip the sheets tightly, letting my orgasm wash over me. I peer open my eyes to see Justin’s pupils looking straight into my face. 

“I love it when you let go for me,” he says as he licks over his plump bottom lip, his eyes examining my after sex phase. 

He keeps his harsh stare as he brings his two fingers between his pink lips, that I wanted to kiss so badly. His fingers dripped with my juices. He cleans them up, taking his time before taking them out. The sight so memorising but also the feeling strangely hitting straight to my core.

I smile hazily at him, barely able to keep my eyes open. My eyes begin to drift off too sleep all to sudden for me. My presence finally giving up on me.

Justin POV-

She was breathtaking. I saw her when she first walked through that door. The way she would smile and greet the birthday boy with such an innocent smile. She came along with Tessa. She did look slightly lost, as if she did not really knowing her way around parties. But the way her hips would move made me think otherwise. 

The clothes she wore gave me more than enough skin to tease me, for my eyes to touch as her soft glowy skin shone when she danced. God she did look sexy. The way her body responded to my fingers made me instantly want to pleasure her to the max, to she show her what i’m really made of. But I knew I couldn’t continue it because of her drunken state and didn’t want her to wake up and regret it. 

The high pitched moans from her sweet lips and the noises she would make every time I thrusted my fingers into her made my mind go crazy. The feeling of her wet tight core clenching my fingers nearly made me want to flip her over and fuck her continuously with my shaft deep inside her heat. 

“Justin,” a voice awakes me from my daydream, “are you ok bro?” 

I shot open my eyes to realise Darren still next to me as we sat on the couch. 

“Sorry,” I mutter, stretching my arms from the back of my head and bringing them to rub my tired eyes. 

“what time is it?” I mumble, my mouth feeling a bit dry. 

The air seems almost dark, despite all of the lights still on. I spin my head around to find no one present, the crowd of teenagers all gone. The only thing left as a reminder of this lame ass party was the mess they left behind. The whole house looked like a pigsty, cups and rubbish thrown around. God, why did I even let Darren host his birthday party at my house. 

I raise my hands to roughly rub the sides of my head. A headache racing into the insides of my brain. The stinging making my head want to explode into a million of pieces. I groan angrily, the pain taking me by surprise. I force myself off the couch, slumping my way up the stairs to my room. Every step was a struggle. I finally push my way into my room. I hastily grab the pills off my bedside table, popping two in my mouth and swallowing once. The relief instantly taking over me, calming my state. 

My eyes spot a red cup from last night. My eyes linger on the cup for a moment. The flashbacks of last night hitting me straight in the face like a bullet train. The moments so vividly clear, almost knocking me off my feet. 

I sit back onto the perfectly made bed. Y/N was here, it wasn’t a dream.

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“Girlfriend. You know, your girl–the girl, Clarke, the girl you were with practically all night?”

“What girl, I don’t–” She suddenly cuts herself off, and the memories come like war flashbacks in the back of her brain.

She remembers meeting the girl in the bathroom at the bar when she accidentally dropped some of her drink down herself. She remembers literally running into her on the way to the stall and almost sending her flying to the ground in the process. She remembers the pissed off look in her eyes that lasted about three seconds until their eyes met. She remembers buying her a drink and dancing with her and… the kissing. So much kissing.

“Oh no.”

Aka the one where Clarke goes to extreme lengths to find the girl she made out with in a random bathroom.

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- First Time (oneshot) (mature) (I read it before bedtime, 10/10)

- Tear You Apart (series, completed) (angst, drama) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Gang AU) (I literally died after this, fuvcking 100/10)

- Noona (oneshot) (mature) (virgin Kookie for you, 7/10)

- I don’t know what to do (mature/fluff) (sorry, my weak spot is innocent Kookie, ah, 9,5/10) but… part 2... wow my ovaries exploded

- Punishment (oneshot) (mature) (rough sex with Jungkook, hehe I know you want it) (9/10)

- Mine (oneshot) (mature) (ok, jealous Jungkook is the best Jungkook, 10/10)

- Dirty Dishes (oneshot) (mature) (9/10)

- Finally (oneshot) (mature) (a little more dominant reader, 8,5/10)

- Golden (oneshot) (mature) (btw this is my lullaby, 10/10)

- I need you (oneshot) (angst/fluff) (9,5/10)

#7 Hello Part 2 (Harry Styles)

This is NOT CONNECTED to the first part. I’m sorry if I mis-led you :( 

But, it’s on the same pattern. 

So, if you liked Hello, then you will like this one, too :) hopefully.

“You’re a liar.”

“I am not! Just because, you don’t understand something, doesn’t mean I’m lying,” I told him.

“So, I’m an idiot, now?”

“What? Why does everything I say-”

“No, that’s what you meant. I didn’t understand, is it just you who understands?”

“Why are you saying all this? Why do you take everything I say so negatively? In my defence, you didn’t listen to me to understand what I meant, and you’re doing the same, now!” I tried framing my words correctly but, it never worked out.

“You know what? I get it! Just because I didn’t go to a university like you-” There was only disgust in his voice.

“What? What has me getting into a Uni got to do with this?”

“I know what you think!” He screamed.

“What do I think? Why are you doing this?” I cried.

“You know what, it’s over! Like, I can’t do this anymore. I am not stupid, you know!” He said, his hatred evident. When did it get to this?

“Did you just break up with me? What are you saying? Where is this conversation leading to? You just broke up with me.”

“This is leading to the end. You can think whatever you-”

“Stop putting your insecurities on me! You keep thinking all this because of your fucking insecurity and then, project it on me! I don’t mean anything! I don’t think anything! I love you! And, you just broke up with me, mmy gd-od, yo-you just br-oke up,” I cut the call. It was all I could do at that moment. There was so much I wanted to tell him. How there was nothing going on between Phil and I. He was like my brother and a picture of him, and I hugging didn’t mean anything. It didn’t matter if he was far away from me. I loved him with all I had. I didn’t know when it got to this.

The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message or try again, later.

She isn’t picking up my phone. Did I go too far? I didn’t mean to break up with her. I didn’t mean to-SHIT! I’m an idiot! She doesn’t have to make me one.

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“It’s me! Just call me as soon as you get this? Are you getting this? Look, I’m sorry. I’m so lost, just call me.”

This was the seventh voice message. She didn’t pick up my call or the house phone. I had messed up so bad.

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I didn’t even know how it reached to me breaking up with her. It was at the moment. She had to know I didn’t mean it. But, I never broke up with her, either. What was I doing?

“Were you able to reach her?” I asked Niall.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, man,” He said.

“She picked up your call? I have been trying to reach her forever!”

“Look, she doesn’t want to talk to you. She said, and I quote, ‘I wish him all the happiness in the world. Apparently, I’m not one of them’. You messed up, man. You know how seriously she takes her words.” He had a patronising tone to his voice which I wanted to knock off.

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No answer. Again.

“He doesn’t stop calling me.”

“Why don’t you pick up?” She said, with a cigarette held between her fingers. Sometimes, I thought she just did it for the look.

“He broke up with me.”

“Apparently not! He is calling you, again and again. Must mean something,” She said, taking another drag.

“But, how could he, then? It was so easy for him. Just an ‘it’s over’. Over what? A hug? Phil’s my best friend. And he’s gay. He knew this!”

“Look, how does it matter? He did it in the moment. He regrets it. Pick up the phone. I mean, you’re too prissy. He is hot, and he has the money. What more do you need?”

I never knew why I talked to her. Her solutions were always fucked up. I couldn’t live with money and his hotness. I needed more. I walked out of the bar, into the sunlight and preferred walking my way back to the apartment. It was always this. I went to a University to study because my dream was not to become a pop star like him. He didn’t because he achieved his dream. Why does he think that I look down on him then? What did I do to make him feel this way?

Was it because I talked about my course? He talked about his job. Was it because I showed him my achievement? He always shared his. I realised it wasn’t my fault.

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I’m going to engrave these words in my body. I had lost count of how many times I had heard this voice, and I forgot that this number ever led me to her. So, I was sitting outside her apartment. I had her favourite things, all her favourite things. Lunch from her favourite restaurant, dessert from her favourite bakery, her favourite flowers, candles, books, stationary box with all her surprises, an apology letter from my side and myself, I would’ve wrapped myself if I could.

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I waited for her to get back home. It had been an hour already. I wanted to her to forgive me. She was right. It was my insecurity. I didn’t realise that, we were following our own dreams. That mine didn’t need a degree while hers did so, why was I judging myself on what the society thinks?

I loved her, and that was all that mattered. I was stupid to think she looked down on me. I couldn’t point to one instant where she did. It was always me thinking like that, it was me being insecure about myself. I tried calling her again,

“Hello?” I heard her voice.

“You picked up!” I sighed.

“Why are you calling me, Harry? Wasn’t what you said enough?” I could hear her voice crack.

“Baby, where are you? I am so sorry. Where are you?”

“I don’t want to come home,” she cried.

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re sitting on the steps,” I stood up and looked around to see if she was close. There she stood, about a hundred meter away from where I was.

“Would you run away if I walk towards you?” I asked her.

“I don’t want you to break up with me, again.”

I walked towards her, and she took her steps towards me. Watching her, I couldn’t help myself but, run dropping my phone and meeting her halfway. I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up.

“Hi,” She looked down at me, with tears in her eyes but, a smile on her lips.

“Hello.”

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Title: I crash into you (and I’m better being broken)
Writer: mrslexagriffin / misslymiss
Summary:  

“Raven, why are you so excited about this?” Octavia finally asks, unable to contain her curiosity any longer.

“It’s actually really simple. Bellamy is convinced that the Commander wants to kill Clarke, and I am convinced that she wants to bang her.”

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#34 The Portrayal (Harry Styles)

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I have a story in my head. It’s about him and I. I hear my voice repeat every line again and again like a clock with its needles going around the same numbers over and over again, like my story with him. I see us start a little trippy, we stumble along the way, tightening our hold on each other we grow into each other. But, it’s still a story.

- The Planning -

“Stories don’t come true, Eden!” Harry repeated for the fifth time, this evening. “I feel like I am going in circles with you.” I nodded, not wanting to annoy my head any longer and stepped down from the stage. “We are looking for something realistic. Something which can actually happen! This dream of yours sounds impossible. People don’t just accept each other for who they are! Especially you main lead, she has to change if we can make it sound a little believable.

“But, I don’t want to give her a makeover. Why should she? Why can’t I-, I mean, she be happy with herself?” I asked.

“Because the guy won’t give two looks in her direction! It’s reality Eden, it’s what happens, and you have to accept it. I am not making a fairytale. We want hardcore reality!” The word reality was giving me a headache. It was ‘unrealistic’ for a girl to find a guy if she was herself. She had to change, be more acceptable. Acceptable in her appearance, in her personality, I needed a coffee.

“One Iced latte, please, medium,” I  gave my order and took a seat, my head going between my palms.

“I have no idea why you are still pursuing this story,” Harry took a seat in front of me, his hand coming through his black hair. He had a little stubble on so, he was either trying to portray he didn’t care or was just lazy. My coffee arrived, and I took a sip of it.

“I believe in it,” I told him plainly. “I believe someone will like as I am without asking me to change. I want my character to portray that,” I told him and he just laughed.

“Like you as you? No one gets that, Eden. Even, I don’t!” He laughed.

“Like you’re some god, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes.

“Compared to you? Yeah. At least I carry myself well,” He smirked.

“What are you trying to say? Haven’t you insulted me enough?” I got up, and he pulled my hand, making me sit down again.

“Eden, it is one thing to believe in yourself, and it is another thing just to be delusional. You are delusional. You believe someone will like you for you and that’s just fine but, I doubt you like yourself. You’re just lazy,” I got up from my seat and just spilt my coffee on him.

“You have no right to say all that to me,” I told him. But, he just took a napkin and wiped his face.

“Look at what you did, I can’t help it if you don’t like the truth! Even your main character, that guy doesn’t exist! You can’t quote fictional characters, ‘look at Bridget Jones’ to validate your story! I know what guys like and want and right now, it’s not you!” He followed me as I walked out of the shop.

“How dare you, Styles! You have no right to comment on my life while yours is in the same state!” I shouted. “Didn’t your girlfriend for a week come and break up with you in front of the entire team!”

“Three weeks!” He said, “Okay, I know, I am obnoxious at times but, you have to agree that our bodies are like our advertisements. You won’t come and even see the product if it’s not attractive. And, there are rules to the attraction which your laziness lets you think is not important but, it is!”

“Why are you following me? I don’t have another story. I really want to go ahead with this, this time!” I told him as we stood in the middle of the road. Even in his coffee covered self, he looked handsome.

“Okay, let’s make a deal,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Let’s give it three, wait, four months, that’s enough time for even you to make a guy with the credentials like your story fall in love with you. You are clearly that character, changing her name to Emily doesn’t change that fact. Divide it into two months each. You try your way and then, I make you try my way. And, if you succeed, you win, and we do that story. But, if we don’t, you write a new story like the amazing writer I know you are on how I tell you to make it, deal?”

“What?” I frowned.

“ARE YOU GUYS CRAZY! GET OFF THE FUCKING ROAD!” A car and stopped right before us and, Harry pulled me to the sidewalk.

“C’mon! I know you aren’t that slow! Pick a guy! C’mon” He said, trying to urge me.

“Where will I find a guy from?” I asked him.

“What about Niall? The guy in my finance class, you like him?” He looked into my eyes.

“I-I…”

“I know you do! You were ogling over him the other day and my darling, he didn’t even notice you. You get two months to make him fall for you. Like yourself, no changing your lazy ass who doesn’t even comb her hair in the morning, to make him fall in love and then  if you don’t win, I get two months, and he will fall, I guarantee,” He raised his eyebrows. “Shake on it, c’mon!” He said.

“Fine!” I took his hand. “I will prove you wrong! And, by the way, I don’t comb my hair because they are curly and will get extremely frizzy if I do!”  I shouted.

“Yeah, yeah! What’s the reason of your ketchup-stained T-shirt? Adds to the masterpiece that smiley is?” He said looking at my smiley faced t-shirt which did have a stain on it. “At least, separate your laziness and your I love myself attitude, I will see you on the battlefield. It starts tomorrow, by the way!” He said, walking off and I wanted to throttle him.

- The Initiation -

I woke up next morning with a text from Harry.

Wake up your lazyass self. The challenge starts today!

I hate him. I have no idea how people liked him, but everyone did. He was nothing, but mean to me all the time and people went gaga over his kindness and niceness. Girls went crazy just to talk to him and, almost everyone I knew had a crush on him. He was horrible, though I think I was the only one who saw through him.

I took a bath and got ready to go to college. Niall was in my Media and  Law class and, I should at least start talking to him to come close to winning this challenge. Niall was, he was amazing actually. A singer, an amazing guitarist and extremely lively in the circle. Everyone like him loved him, and he was always extremely sweet and single at the moment, so good for me.

I walked into class and, took a seat beside him for the first time.

“Hey,” He smiled, and I nodded. He went on to chat on his phone and, I thought of a topic to talk to him about, but nothing hit my head.

“Hey mate!” I closed my eyes, cursing as Harry walked in.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Niall asked, giving him a hug.

“Was free, thought I’d attend this class. Hello, Eden!” He smiled, but I could see Satan behind it.

I smiled back and took out my books.

He won’t get impressed with a loser hiding in her books.

He texted, and I sent back one with a curse word.

I thought this was about doing it my way.

He smiled at me cheekily and showed his hands in surrender.

It had been a month since then, and I had made zero progress. I felt Harry’s smirk increased day by day and, I couldn’t do anything to change it.

“Hello Eden,” He caught me running this morning.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“So rude! No wonder you are nowhere near wooing Niall,” He laughed.

“What’s your point?” I asked, increasing my speed and he easily caught up. Good at everything this fucker.

“One month left. Why don’t you give up? I can start mine and at least get you somewhere. Walking him to his next class won’t get you a date!”

I stopped in my tracks, “You-”

“Harry!” A girl screamed and ran up to us. She leapt into his arms and kissed his neck and cringed. “I didn’t know you ran every morning!” I looked at her, running in her sports bra and an almost underwear shorts while I was in an oversized T-shirt and leggings. I shook my head and started running again. My clothes shouldn’t define me. I wouldn’t give up on this.

It was fifteen days later when I gave up. I was going to ask Niall to the bar for a concert, but he cut me before that, “Eden, I just wanted to make things clear…”

“What?” I smiled.

“I mean, don’t get offended, but I hope you aren’t looking for a relationship with me?” He said, awkwardly.

“Wh-what?”

“I mean, I don’t see you that way or would rather. We are just really different and these walks to the class or coffee shops, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression,” He said, and then, checked out a girl walking across us.

“You are not…” I said, giving up. What was the point now?  I controlled my tears and, “ I didn’t even know, I was giving you this…I should go,” I said walking off. He called me once, but I didn’t look back, running to the studio.

I slammed my script on the table where Harry was soothing a girl and looking at her hands, “he can’t read your palm, he is lying!” I told her. She made a face and hit him on his arms and walked away.

“That was my evening date! Eden!” Harry shouted.

“You win! I’ll write your script!” I told him and involuntarily felt my tears flow down my cheeks.

“Hey…hey, what happened?” Harry’s voice softened, and he almost whispered cupping my cheeks.

I shook my head in his palms, and he wiped a tear, “Nothing, you win, I’ll write the story the way you want it to be.”

“Don’t cry, Eden. Tell me what happened,” he said, wiping another tear.

“He said, that he and I can’t happen. That he didn’t want to give me the wrong impression and then, checked out the girl walking by,” I hiccupped. “So, you win. I get it. No one can like me for me. Just send me the idea, and I’ll write it.” I pulled away.

“Hey, hey…I didn’t mean that no one can like you for you. Of course, they can, you’re absolutely amazing,” He said, pulling my arm and making me stand in front of him. “I just meant, that the outer you needs maintenance. That you don’t love yourself because you aren’t taking care of yourself. Your personality has nothing to do with it and that, jackass is blind.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I cried.

“I promise, he’ll be on his knees begging you for a walk to the class which he just declined. Will you let me show you? How amazing you can be? How amazing your personality can be showcased with how you portray yourself? It’s just about the portrayal.” He asked, meeting my eyes. “C’mon, I still have my two months,” He smirked, and I nodded.

PART 2

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A Much Needed Vacation Pt. 2

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“I can’t feel my shoulders,” Taylor mumbled, rubbing a handful of Aloe Vera into her sunburnt skin.

           Adam and Taylor were still enjoying their Caribbean vacation, despite looking like lobsters. Taylor knew how sensitive her skin was and made sure to reapply her sunscreen, but it looks like the sun had other plans. While Adam had a bit of sunburn on his shoulders, he had, for the most part, come out unscathed. His upper body still had a golden glow, but his calves and his feet were beginning to burn. Taylor had gotten slightly sunburnt on her shoulders, her stomach, and partly on her legs. Moving towards his girlfriend, Adam grabbed the bottle of Aloe Vera and began to gingerly apply the healing ointment to her shoulders. He positioned himself behind her, massaging the ointment into her skins, even as Taylor yelped in pain multiple times.

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General Audiences - M. [7.3K; ONESHOT SERIES]. She notices him long before the Frisbee lands in her lap.

WARNINGS/KINKS/TRIGGERS (IF ANY): graphic sexual content, alcohol mention

Why I love this: Honestly what more can I say than that I fell in love with this fic as quickly as Killian and Emma fell for each other in it? It’s so lighthearted that I was into it from the get-go and it only got better (and cuter/sweeter/FLUFFIER) from there.