nothing left to imagination

Play With Me (M)

word count: 3.7k (i really tried to limit myself)

genre: smut; idol-verse + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

summary: built up tensions from not seeing your idol boyfriend, jooheon, lead you two to have quite the steamy session on the couch. good thing jooheon has nice thighs and dirty mouth.

requested by: anon #1 who who asked for the reader to have a thigh kink & anon #2 who just wanted some good ‘ol joohoney smut; thank you for requesting! ♡

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Daydream

hey guys, here’s my first TC imagine. I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, so I hope it’s good! Enjoy/tell me what you think?

You’re sitting in your seat at the front of the class, right next to his desk. The rest of the students are getting up to leave for their next class, but you linger in wait for a chance to get a word in to your TC. He’s sitting at his computer, brow furrowed because the new grading system is still a mystery to him. Soon, there are no other people in the room. It’s just you two in comfortable silence. You get up to leave, and he stands up at the same time. He turns to face you and grabs a stack of papers.
“You doing okay today (Y/N) ? You seemed a little out of it during class.” He asks, with an expression of gentle concern.
“yeah, I’m just fine. I guess it’s just a bit warm so I’m sleepy.”
This much was true, but you held your tongue to another fact. It’s warm, you smell like coffee, I can hear the gentle rise and fall of your breaths, and it feels like I’m in heaven.
Your TC smiles, that lovely, perfect smile that he only gives you.
“Good.” he says, and as he takes a few steps closer in an attempt to pass by you, you notice there’s something on his cheek.
“you’ve got something…” You say as you motion at your own face.
Your TC puts down his papers and brings his hand up to his face to try and get whatever it is from his cheek, but fails.
“Here, let me —“ You say as you take one more step towards him and raise your hand towards his cheek. He doesn’t protest at your help, and you tentatively brush off the small speck — a rogue eyelash refusing to come off.
After removing it, you look into his eyes, and notice that he’s been carefully watching you the whole time, his beautiful, bright eyes tracking your movements. You can’t help but smile.
“What?” he asks with a smile mirroring your own.
“Nothing.” You say with a hint of sarcasm. You bring your hand up to his face and give a gentle pat.
“Now you’re all handsome.”
You removed your hand from his face, but as you turned to walk away you feel a strong hand grasp your wrist. Turning back around, he takes a step towards you and brings your hand back up to his face. He closes his eyes and leans Into the touch, your hand tentatively wrapped in his, your fingers feeling the prickly stubble on his face.
You smile and as he opens his eyes once again, there is a suspiciously playful glimmer in his eyes. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you immediately know what he’s going to do next;

And he does exactly that.

He drops both of his hands and let’s go of yours for just a second, only to gently wrap his fingers around your cheeks and pull you into a desperate, but very gentle kiss. He separates from you for a second, looks into your eyes for anything that could be resistance or a sign that he’s made a mistake, a misjudgment,

But there is none. You bring your hands back up to his beautiful scruffy face and pull him back into a languid, better than perfect kiss. You can taste coffee on his breath and on his lips, and your heart soars. This is what you’ve wanted to do for years, since the first day you met him.

He pulls away and drops his hands back to his sides and struts away. You hear the reason why; the door handle turns and another teacher walks into the room. You look back to your TC, and he slips his hands into his pockets with a smug look. He turns to talk to the teacher, as if nothing had happened, and you’re left breathless.

How Unpleasant

Chlonath Week Day 1: Bickering/Flirting. A day late, but I was busy. TwT

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Chloe Bourgeois did not understand what the heck was so great about Nathanael Kurtzberg.

She’d gone to middle school with the guy. As far as she knew, he was a weird little twerp with long hair and nothing going for him in the body department. So why was it that every other girl she passed in the hallway seemed to be giggling over him? One summer vacation could not possibly change such a “not” to a “hot.”

“Sorry Chloe,” Sabrina said as she led the way to the art classroom during lunch. “I don’t know why I keep forgetting my biology textbook in there.”

Chloe snorted. “What are you apologizing for? Just hurry up so we can get some real food.” She’d made a reservation for them at their favorite restaurant between classes that morning and she wasn’t about to lose it. Sabrina had been craving their food for weeks.

When they entered the art classroom, Chloe looked around with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. She liked art, but she hated the art process. Too dirty. Too hard. Adrien had accidentally spilled paint on her favorite purse when they were kids, and she’d screamed bloody murder until her father bought her a new one. She forgave Adrien, of course, but the whole ordeal had left her traumatized.

There were other students in the room: a girl putting together some complicated sculpture, a trio of three others crocheting in the corner, a boy painting a fruit bowl, and a redhaired guy sitting on the windowsill with a sketchbook balanced on his long legs.

Chloe did a double take.

Long red hair pulled back into a short ponytail. Sea green eyes narrowed in concentration. Those parts were certainly familiar, but the jaw… the arm muscles… the longer legs and the form-fitting shirt that left nothing to the imagination…

“Can I help you, Chloe?”

Her eyes darted from body to face. Nathanael Kurtzberg stared straight at her.

And he was hot. 

With growing horror, Chloe realized that her mouth was open—she hadn’t just been caught staring, she’d been caught gawking.

“No! You can’t!” she screamed, causing everyone else in the room to stare at her as well. Humiliation turned her cheeks crimson. She had to salvage the situation somehow. “What, you thought that I was staring at you? Get real! It’s not my fault you decided to sit in the window. A-And who does that, anyway? Overly sensitive, artsy freaks like you?”

Something dark flickered across Nathanael’s face for a moment. And then, to her shock and perverted delight, he smiled. “I see,” he said. He turned his attention back to his sketchbook. “That’s fair. You’ve never been much to look at yourself.”

Chloe squeaked with fury, but by then Sabrina had scurried to her side, textbook in hand. “Come on, Sabrina!” she snapped, too flustered to even think up a decent response to the insult. She’d have one ready for the next time she saw him in the hallway.

Because she was never stepping foot in the art room again.

Written Secrets

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

A/N: Hi, my birthday is the 1st and that is very close and I’m excited. thank you. 

Summary: Bucky had naughty dreams about reader and he writes them down. Big mistake Buckaroo. Totally inspired by @bucky-sempai ‘s anon ask. 

Bucky had his secrets, quite a few of them actually. And that was common knowledge to anyone who knew him. What they didn’t know was when Steve brought him and his little journals to the compound, the things he wrote to the journal changed drastically. For Bucky’s defence, he did have different journals for different things he had remembered; he had a journal for memories he had stumbled upon and a journals for the dreams he had. After living in the compound a for a long time and developing a good friendship with Agent Y/N, Bucky found himself writing down his fantasies about her. It was like his safe place, a safe place he could write down inappropriate things in peace.

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Nothing Left To Say // Spencer Reid

Originally posted by trisgrimes

“Wasn’t it nice while it lasted?“ 

Images flooded into his mind. Memories of everything they’d been through playing like a film reel. 

Waking up to her. Her mouth slightly open, her hair an absolute mess. Stealing glances of her while she read in comfort. His blue sweater that looked better on her. The small stain from her careless eating. The smell of freshly made coffee awaiting him every morning. 

Soft hands. Loving looks. Lips painted a bright red. Eyes filled with amusement. The way she’d pop gum. The way he’d always make fun of her for it. Weekend nights spent at home. Movie marathons. The way she’d beg for her favorite foods and the way he’d so easily cave.

Coming home to find her dead asleep in the middle of the day. Curling up next to her. Reading his books to her while she listened. Having to explain things more than once. Her genuine interest in knowing what he loved. 

“Wasn’t it fun?” 

Salt in the air. The warm sand beneath his feet. The fact he’d finally caved and gone to the beach despite his distaste for it. The fact he was actually having fun. Her laughter as he struggled to chase after her, the shore proving to be a difficult place to run despite his long legs. The sand in their faces when he finally tackled her down. Their laughs. Her smile. 

Her hand leading him. A roller-coaster as high as the sky. His stomach filling with nervous butterflies. Her cheesy reassurances. The dread when they hurled forward at top speed. His relieved laughter when they finally got off. Her arm that kept him upright until he regained his balance. 

Teaching her how to play chess. Her confusion at the game. The way she’d sneak pieces away. Her cheating tactics. His amusement at her determination to win. The way she’d try to seduce him whenever she was losing. The way it almost always worked. 

“It hurt sometimes, didn’t it?" 

Her screams. His anger. Their own disappointment. The way her voice rose that caused his stomach to drop. The way her face fell when he yelled back. The pain she felt when he grabbed her shoulders a little too hard. The punch to his stomach when she would shove him away. The venomous words that were thrown carelessly. The tears. The bloodshot eyes. The feeling of having your heart ripped out and stomped on.

"But I still loved you." 

Her touch. The way her lips pressed gently against his skin. The way her eyes would glaze over underneath him. The heat. The passion. The lust and love swirled together so perfectly that they couldn’t exist without the other. The way his heart beat faster at the sight of her. The way she kissed him, full of fervor after having been apart. The way they felt like they were one. One soul divided into two bodies, destined to find their way to each other. Even if it wasn’t meant to last forever.

"I think it was worth it.” 

It was.

anonymous asked:

I agree with all that is being said about how monel and kara get to kiss and be more sexual and stuff than sanvers, but also, remember that chyler didnt want to sexualize the relationship? maybe she's not ready. maybe she thinks this is what we want. who knows.

There is a difference between sexualizing a lesbian couple and having them not even show any sexual interest in each other at all. They get a quick kiss every now and then and have never been shown so much as within 10 feet of a bed. You could say that Alex in lingerie in 2x13 implied sex, but we all saw how that scene ended. And by the way, I get that Supergirl’s a “family” show, but that was some of the most modest and unrevealing lingerie I’ve ever seen on TV. Some people would also bring up 2x09. I mean, didn’t we get that “morning after” scene where Maggie was wearing Alex’s shirt and Alex was all giddy and everything? Yeah, sure we got that. But it was still so ambiguous that plenty of fans were left wondering “did they actually have sex or not?”

With Kara and M*n El, the writers left NOTHING up to the imagination. He was naked. In her bed. Clothes strewn everywhere. They got a morning after scene that last twice as long, if not longer, than Sanvers. They kissed 3 fucking times, held each other close, and were pretty darn affectionate/intimate. Yet Sanvers gets…a chaste kiss on the lips? Less than 3 minutes of screen time an episode? While K*ramel sits on no less than a third of an episode EVER.

It’s not about sexualizing Sanvers’ relationship. That’s not what we want. It’s about being treated the same way as any other hetero relationship, which DOES include showing intimate scenes. And not just the intimate scenes like tonight where Alex fell apart while Maggie held her or where they talk out their problems. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE those scenes because it shows their relationship is real and strong. But the one thing missing is the sexual intimacy. Something every other hetero couple in the history of TV shows has always received in abundance.

Quite frankly, even a short, but hot make out session would be fine with me by now. Just SOMETHING longer than the 1-2 second kisses we’ve been getting. But we all know that’s wishful thinking.

You and I (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3743

Warnings: Smut. Some angst…and NSFW gifs.

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and you try to distract yourself by listening to loud music and cleaning your room. Bucky lives on the same floor as you and hears the music. Curiosity gets the best of him.

A/N: Message me if you want to be tagged in anything. Let me know how my writing is pleaaaaaase

Tagging: @imgettingmarriedtobuckybarnes

Permanent Tag List:  @meganlane84 @mizzzpink @bringmetheemobands @kimistry27 @fireandicewillsuffice @vacam79 @amrita31199 @badassbaker

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She Do This Often

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,900 (I have a problem, haha)

Request: Bucky just doesn’t like the songs of the 21st century. (part 2 here)

Warnings: It’s based off The Weeknd - Often, so language, obviously! 

A/N: Hello babes! the first request is here, this one was requested by the lovely @suchabigmesss, hope you enjoy, hun! Also, definitely listen to The Weeknd - Often while reading this one, I promise it makes it better. Hope you enjoy! lots of love to you all!  


There were many things that baffled Bucky about the 21st century: the rude behavior people had adapted to, the selfishness, the way men spoke to women, how women were spoken about and especially the nonexistent filter regarding physical intimacy, especially when it came to the songs in this century. 

The concept of dirty talk wasn’t a new one for Bucky, really, it wasn’t. But what was said and done in the privacy of the bedroom was one thing, saying the words out loud, for the whole world to hear, was a whole other thing.

Bucky grimaced at the song playing on the television and turned it off. Lying back down on his bed he let out a deep sigh. All the Avengers were out on a mission which Bucky had decided to skip. He hadn’t been feeling completely healed after the injury he sustained on the last mission and no one had obliged to the fact that he didn’t want to go. He had quickly regretted not tagging along anyway as boredom overtook him.

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Jughead Prompt!

‘@isitfuckingfridayyet​: dONT IMAGINE HOLDING JUGHEAD JONES NEXT TO YOU AS HE SOBS BECAUSE THE DRIVE-IN HAS BEEN TORN DOWN. DONT THINK ABOUT RUNNING YOUR HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR AND PLACING KISSSES ON HIS CHEEKS AND NOSE AND FOREHEAD AND LIPS BECAUSE THANKS THE ONLY THING YOU CAN THINK OF DOING, DONT THINK ABOUT HIM WHISPERING HOARSELY WITH HIS EYES CLOSED “YOURE THE ONLY THIN I HAVE LEFT” DO N T’

Okay so this is probably nothing like you imagined, but I don’t knooooow, I hope it’s okay! 


‘Oh, Jug-’, you knew you’d find him here.

Today was the day that the drive-in was finally being torn down, Jughead sat on the grassy piece of land opposite of the drive-in. His knees were tucked into his chest, his arms lay folded and rested on his knees, his chin lay on top of his arms.

His expression was broken as he watched bulldozers and diggers make little work of tearing down his home. A solitary tear broke free along his nose, he remained still and didn’t acknowledge that you were there. His eyes lay transfixed on the yellow vehicles.

You took a seat next to him –sitting on your knees to make yourself taller than he was. You knew he wasn’t one for public displays of affection but you knew he needed some kind of comfort, anything to remind him that he wasn’t alone in this.

Slowly you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to your chest, at first he was rigid, uncomprehending that you were trying to comfort him. You rubbed his shoulders in soothing motions, hoping it would release the tension from his body and as if on cue a solid sob wracked from his body.

All too quickly the usually stiff and jutting body of your best friend began to slacken, he melted into your arms and curled into your chest. Tiny sobs erupted from him and you soothed him by running your hands through his hair, making soft ‘shushing’ noises and lightly kissing the crown of his head.

You continued like this for almost ten minutes until slowly the sobbing subsided and Jughead pulled himself from your gentle hold. His face was blotchy and wet, his eyes looked down at the grass where his fingers began to pick at blades.

‘It was all I had left of Jellybean.’ He muttered.

He looked up at you, his eyes remained filled with unshed tears; slowly they closed and another tear escaped and cascaded down his cheek. You gently brushed it away with your thumb and then slowly leant in to kiss where the tear had once been. His face tasted salty against your lips.

Jughead hummed, his eyes remained closed, and you pulled your lips away from his cheek and placed a kiss on his forehead. Your movements were slow and calculated. You moved from his forehead to the other cheek, the cheek to the nose, and without warning just as you were pulling fully away Jughead’s lips lightly met yours.

It was chaste and brief, everything you’d expect in a kiss from Jughead Jones, but it set your lips alight. Jughead rested his forehead on yours, eyes still closed, his hands blindly founds yours and he began to run his thumbs across the back of them.

‘You’re all I have left.’ He whispered hoarsely.

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it’s okay // listen here

whatever makes you happy. whatever you want. you’re so fucking special. i wish i was special. but I’m a creep, i’m a weirdo. what the hell am i doing here? i don’t belong here.

Neglected.

Hi guys! I feel like it’s been ages since I posted something but I finally had some time again. This is very smutty like always so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with filthy stuff. It’s not been proofread so please forgive any mistakes!xxxx

Harry felt like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, like he had no control over his body.
He craved her.
He hadn’t had her in so goddamn long. Maybe it was a week, maybe two or maybe a month, he didn’t know. The only thing he knew was that it was way too long since he had her underneath him.
It was his fault though. He was so incredibly busy with working on his music and jumping from one thing to the other that at the end of the day there was no time for Y/N.
She understood that though, better than anyone else. She knew from the beginning that sometimes his work would get in their way, and she wasn’t mad about that. She supported him as good as possible.
The only thing she was a bit sad about was the fact that she couldn’t support him in that way right now. She knew he was exhausted when he came home and she understood that he wasn’t up for sex then but she also saw the frustration in his eyes and how painfully hard he was in the morning.
She noticed his whole body being tense, his shoulders never relaxing and his neck always looking like he couldn’t properly move it. She just wanted to help him.
But she also know he wouldn’t let her. He always denied that he needed something.
“No, love. M'just tired.”
It was true he was tired, but he also needed a release.
And because she knew he wouldn’t do anything about it anytime soon she took matters into her own hand.
She knew the effect she had on him, especially when she wore his clothes or a pair of lace panties or…
His shirt with lace panties.
He had a day off and she had a feeling he would want to spend it sleeping and working some more but she wouldn’t let him.
So when she knew he woke up from his nap she made her way upstairs in his white Rolling Stones shirt and a pair of white lace panties that left nothing to the imagination.
She walked into the bedroom and felt his eyes on her half naked body immediately. She made her way to the drawer right across the bed and bent down, acting like she looked for something at the bottom. She knew his eyes were looking at the place she wanted them to look, almost feeling the heat on her skin.
She turned around after a few moments, catching Harry’s eyes roaming her whole body with hit bottom lip between his teeth. “Have you seen my-”
“Come here.” he interrupted her.
“What?” she asked with fake surprise.
“Come here. Please.” he almost begged.
She made her way to the bed, crawling on top of it until she reached him.
“What’s going on?” she asked him.
He took hold of one of her legs and made her straddle his hips, sighing when her skin came in contact with his.
His hands moved from her thighs over those goddamn panties, up to her waist underneath his shirt.
“Should ask you that.” he replied with a cocked eyebrow.
“Why?”
“You come up her looking like… God, baby.”
She smirked at his flustered state, his cheeks slowly turning pinker and his eyes getting wider.
“You like it?” she questioned teasingly.
“You know what you do to me when you wear my clothes. And lace panties. But both together… fuck.”
She giggled softly and leaned closer to him.
“Did that on purpose, you know. You haven’t touched me in so long. Thought that this would finally make you do it.” she whispered into his ear.
He groaned and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again and letting his hands wander from her sides to her back, pressing her tightly against him.
“You think so? I don’t know about that, pet. You teased me quite a lot with this little outfit. Think I need to punish you a bit for that.”
She whimpered and released a quiet ‘god, yes.’ Maybe it wasn’t him who was that needy after all. Maybe it was all her.
He removed his shirt from her body in a split second, pressing her naked chest to his immediately after.
His lips began to press wet kisses against her neck, making her sigh out at how good it felt. He reached her chest on his path, his lips wrapping around one nipple and sucking on it until it was hard and repeating it on the other one. She was moaning and squirming already even though he hasn’t done anything yet.
“Turn around.” he told her, helping her until she was lying between his legs with her back to his chest.
He let his hands grab her tits for a moment, squeezing them slightly and pinching her pink nipples gently before he let his hands stroke over her whole upper body, his lips constantly pressing kisses to her neck.
His fingertips reached the line of her panties after a bit, teasingly stroking her skin right above the lace and making her body shudder with the tickling touch.
“Love those panties. So pretty.” he whispered into her ear.
Her eyes were closed so that she could enjoy his touch as much as possible. She wanted him to rip that unnecessary piece of clothing from her body already and touch her. But Harry had other plans.
His hand cupped her over her panties, a low moan rumbling through his chest when he felt her wetness through the almost none existent fabric. Y/N sighed out when she finally felt his touch against her aching center, her hips lifting off the mattress immediately but Harry held her down and wrapped one arm tightly around her waist so she had no ability to move.
His fingers stroked over her whole sex before they landed on that one spot that would make her eyes roll back and her lips part with breathless moans.
He began to rub her clit gently over the lace, her thighs tensing immediately. Sounds of pleasure left her lips when he sped up his movements and applied more pressure, her over sensitive nerves even more responsive to his touch than usually.
“You like it?” he asked her even though he knew the answer.
“God, yes.” she moaned out.
“I’m not even touching you fully, and you already loose your mind?” he teased her.
It was true. He wasn’t actually touching her completely, but still she was absolutely fucked out.
“Yes.” the word was dragged out, her voice getting high pitched at the end.
Harry made sure to touch just the right place, made sure he pressed and rubbed it with just the right pace.
He knew she was about to loose her mind, explode right in his lap. He knew the pent up frustration would make her come even faster than usually.
“Harry.” she whined when her body began to squirm and her legs began to trash around.
“What, darling?”
“Touch me. P-Please, I- Oh.”
“But I am touching you, baby.”
“N-No, want you to touch me without these panties, please.”
“Nuh-uh.” Harry made.
“Told you I had to punish you.”
She almost cried out but held herself back from protesting and getting into even more trouble.
“I’ll let you come though.” he whispered.
He sped up his movements and pressed against her clit harder, making her slip over the edge and loose any control. She was moaning louder than ever, Harry was almost worried she was in pain. She was squirming and trashing around in his lap, her whole body shaking against him. The moans kept on leaving her body, echoing through the room.
Harry was moaning himself too, he always enjoyed it when she came. He cupped her between her legs again when she finished completely, loving the way she rubbed herself against his hand to ride out the last bit of her pleasure.
“Harry.” she whimpered after a bit.
“Shh, love.”
He moved away from her body, letting her lay down with her back against the pillows. He shuffled on the bed until he was between her legs, his hands separating them so he was able to situate himself in the middle. She looked at him with glossy eyes, looking so goddamn fucked out that Harry almost lost it right there.
He lied down between her legs, his hands on her thighs, hooking them over his shoulders. Y/N whimpered at the image in front of her, his face between her thighs always made her feel some type of way.
She hoped, hoped so fucking much that he would rip that stupid piece of lace from her body but he didn’t. He spread her legs as wide as he could, his fingertips stroking softly over the fabric that made him loose his mind.
He leaned down and kissed along the path above lace, wandering down and letting his nose run over her, breathing her in. He rubbed the tip of it over her clit, feeling how soaked she was. Her scent swarmed his senses, getting so intense that he couldn’t help his tongue licking her over her panties. It felt strange against his tongue to not have her skin against it but he didn’t stop, to eager and desperate to lick her to her next orgasm.
Her hands shot down to his head, her fingers getting lost in the mess that was his hair. The way she pulled at his hair created a sting that almost turned into pain but he didn’t mind, he liked it rough.
She was pulling him closer, making his face bury into her even more but he loved it by the sound he made.
His tongue licked over her with broad strokes, the tip of it circling her clit over and over again. It felt different, the fabric created a different sensation but it was a good different.
It didn’t take her long to break apart again, shaky moans and choked gasps left her while her whole body tensed and arched off the bed. He licked her through it, moaning against her to create that bit of vibration against her that always made her loose it.
When she came down he came up for air, his lips swollen from how they rubbed against the rough fabric of her lace panties. He connected his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, pressing her into the pillows. A whine left Y/N’s mouth when his teeth sunk into her bottom lip, the sting a bit too much for her to handle right now.
He pulled back after a few moments and took his boxer shorts off, throwing them behind him. Next was finally her panties, a relieved sigh left her when they were finally off her body.
Harry’s eyes roamed her naked body like a starving man, the hunger clear in his look.
“Turn around, love. Please.” he almost begged her.
She did what he said, turning on her stomach so her backside was on full display for him. He spread her legs apart immediately, groaning quietly when he saw her dripping wet pussy.
She turned her head to look back at him, begging him with his eyes to do just anything. Somehow he understood what she wanted and positioned himself between her thighs, lined the tip of his rock hard cock up with her entrance and thrusted in immediately.
A relieved moan left both of them when they felt each other again. God, how they missed this.
Harry made sure he was as deep inside of her as possible, his hips pressed against her ass, before he began to move. He let his dick stroke her walls almost carefully before he began to sped up his movements.
“Harder. Please, I need it harder.” Y/N whined from beneath him and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.
He fucked her harder than, his hips snapping against her ass and creating a filthy sound that added to the wetness of her pussy and her moans.
“God, yes. Fuck me, Harry.”
He groaned and let himself fall down on her back, his arms no longer able to support his body. Y/N let out a surprised squeal when his cock reached even deeper than and she had no way to move anymore. Harry rolled his hips against her ass, the movement making his dick massage her walls roughly.
He was moving so fast and hard, his cock never leaving her walls, only hitting that one spot over and over again. She was screaming and sobbing underneath him, the sensitivity of her pussy and his harsh thrusts almost to much for her to handle and she felt the control slip through her fingers.
He was fucking her so good, as good as he always did. And she felt so goddamn amazing, as amazing as she always did.
They both didn’t last long and soon they both were coming with loud shouts and moans and shaking bodies that felt like they would never come down from their mind-blowing orgasm. Harry let the ride out their highs, his hips not stopping their movements until it was over..
He pulled out of her and fell beside her to the mattress, both breathing harshly and occasional whimpers leaving their lips. Harry turned his head to look at her and smirked when he saw how fucked out she looked and knew that he did that to her.
He mustered up the strength to move his body so he could stroke her cheek and see her fully.
“You good, my love?”
“Yes. God, yes.” she sighed with her eyes still closed.
Harry chuckled at her and pressed a soft kiss against her cheek.
“Missed you like that, you know?”
That’s when she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Missed you too.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t have any time for you lately. Should have taken days off and spent them with you and not neglecting you like this.” he whispered sadly.
“Hey, s'okay. Think you made up for it quite well.” she grinned.
A slow smile spread over his face and he nodded.
“Thank you for being patient with me.”
“Always.”

Prettier

Hiiiiiiiii! This is kind of a sequel to Pretty, that I did before! Hope you enjoy xoxo

Originally posted by solo-harry

You hadn’t talked about what happened that night.

That night when your best friend had his mouth in places best friend’s should not put their mouths. That night he had his hands on places that he shouldn’t have his hands. That night he told you that you were pretty.

“Looooooooooo? Love?” you hear, bringing you out of your daydream. “Are yeh listening t’me?”

“Yes.” you reply, though both him and you knew that you were lying. You couldn’t concentrate when Harry talked to you anymore. It was because of his lips. His lips. So soft, so pink, so inviting. And it was because of his eyes. His eyes. So light green that they almost looked translucent at times. And it was because of his hands. And his neck. And……

“Why’re yeh staring at me?” Harry asks, while trying to move into your line of sight. “Wha’ are yeh thinkin’ bout?”

Truth be told you were thinking about being between his knees. That’s all you’ve been thinking about for weeks. Really it was his fault for wearing such tight jeans. So tight that his cute little butt was on full display, his thighs looked inviting, and the bulge in front left nothing to imagination.

“Um….It’s nothing, H. I just-I have a final soon that i’m thinking about” you say, once again being brought out of your daydream. “It’s an important one, you know”

“Also know yeh finished finals last week, so wha’s really wrong” he presses, never one to leave things alone. He always had to know everything. It was one of the things that you found endearing and also incredibly annoying about him. However, it was far from endearing in this moment.

You don’t know whether it was his lips, his eyes, his hands, his neck, or the peak of his sparrow tattoos that possess you to throw your legs over his lap, but that’s exactly what you did. Your hands make their way into his hair, much shorter now than it was last time. “Do you remember that night about a month ago…..after we came from the bar?” you meet his eyes, wanting to gauge his reaction.

Of course he remembered, it was all he’d been thinking about since then. Your taste, your smell, your noises, everything about you. “I do…..yeh I do.” he puts his hands on your hips, to balance you. “Why, love?”

“Well, you said that I was pretty, but you know I actually think that you’re prettier.” you say. Your hand now making their way to the bit of stubble that he’d become accustomed to lately. You hated it at first, but after him being between your legs, you have a soft spot for the tiny tufts of hair. “Prettiest man I ever seen”

“D’yeh now?” he smirks, teasing you. “Wha’s pretty ‘bout me, love?”

“Everything.” you say. It was true. Everything about him was enticing, but you learned to ignore it for the fact of him being your best friend. “Every single thing”

You lean in, taking his bottom lip in between your own. “Your lips” you mumble against his mouth. Moving down to his chest, you unbutton the rest of his shirt, “Your chest” pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. You move down even further, grazing your lips over his right fern tattoo, “Your tattoos”

“Wha’ else? Show me wha’ else is pretty” he’s no longer smirking, your forwardness wiping his grin right off his face.

Taking his belt in your hands, you slowly unbuckle and slide it out of his belt loops. He lifts his hips to help you take off his black jeans, leaving him in an unbuttoned paisley patterned button up and his red Calvin Klein’s. You can’t help but let out a small moan, “God, why do you look so good”

He laughs, his dimples coming into play. “N’t as good as yeh do” he bucks his hips up towards you, letting you feel him. “See how good yeh look to me, pet?”

You hop off his lap and situate yourself between his thighs. Running your fingernails up and down them, while pressing kisses to his stomach. “Is your cock pretty too?” you ask. “Is it as pretty as the rest of you?”

“Don’tcha find out, hm?” he says. “Don’tcha have a look and see?”

You don’t have to be told twice, and before you can even think about what’s happening, you’re pulling his red boxers down his legs. Your eyes widen at his pink, lively cock in front of you. “See what yeh did to me, love? See what yeh did?”

You look up at him, taking a hold of him at the base. You pump him slowly, wanting to take your time with this because you don’t know if you’ll ever be this bold again. “Want you in my mouth. Been thinking about it since that last time” you press a kiss to the tip of him.

“God, yes. Get yeh mouth on me, please. G’on” he begs, already breathing heavily. You press another kiss to his tip, before giving him a lick. He moans, and it only spurs you on more. “Don’ tease me, lovely” he says.

You sink your mouth around him as best as you can, trying your hardest to take him all. You feel his hands in your hair, gently pulling and pushing along with your movements. “Fuck, tha’s good” he moans, bucking his hips up into your mouth. He’s hitting the back of your throat, making you constrict around him. “Jes-” he begins to say, before your mouth on his balls cuts him off. You run your tongue over his slit, much like you would run your tongue over the top of a lollipop. “Shit, a little faster, please.” he begs again.

You’re now pumping him faster, while sucking and licking the rest of him. He’s bucking more and more, silently begging for you to get your mouth back on him.

You take him in again, this time bobbing up and down faster than before. “Love, I’m-” He says, you look up at him again, sucking harder. “Fuck, gonna cum, yeh gotta get off’me” he gasps.

Sucking even harder, you keep going until you feel his hot, sudden bursts at the back of your throat. He’s bucking up hard, making you choke momentarily, before you hold him down by his thighs. “Christ”, he breathes out. Your rhythm is sloppy now, trying your best to work him through his finish.

You swallow, and press one more kiss to the tip of him before standing up and sitting back beside him on the couch. “Told you, you were prettier than me”

The Start of Something New Chapter 2 (Jughead x Reader)

Chapter 1 Here

In which Jughead finds a new place where he feels he belongs, and the Gang grows suspicious.

After their first night at Pop’s, Jughead’s days at the library with (Y/N) felt like something to look forward to rather than something to dread. While for the most part, silent, he would sometimes whisper snide comments or funny observations from his day to her in hopes she would break her studious façade.

His favorite moments were watching her read. While politely guarded in her everyday interactions, her expressions when reading left nothing to the imagination. When a moment in the narrative was particularly suspenseful, she would chew her lip and furrow her brow. When a moment was confusing or loaded, she would flip between pages to remind herself of the events leading up to the revelation. When a moment, he assumed, was amorous in nature, a light pink dusted her cheeks. He found himself ditching the film textbooks and discreetly checking out the same books that she would in hopes he could see into what she was feeling, why she reacted the way she did. He found himself growing nervous that she would catch him staring and retreat to her guarded state, away from their intimacy.

When (Y/N)’s seat across from him at the library table was empty one day, he grew suspicious.

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Fake Chats #139
  • Yoongi: is there nothing good in me, is there nothing good in me?
  • Hoseok: what are you talking about? You're all good!
  • Yoongi: I've let me down, down, down, down.
  • Hoseok: wait, okay. What song is this?
  • Yoongi: I'm sorry for everything I've done.
  • Hoseok: what?
  • Yoongi: all I believe, is it a dream that's come crashing down on me?
  • Hoseok: uh.
  • Yoongi: I'm a reckless mistake, I'm a cold night's intake.
  • Hoseok: Tae, can you come help me?
  • Taehyung: sure, what's up?
  • Yoongi: I wanna dream, I wanna dream.
  • Taehyung: what?
  • Hoseok: I think he's quoting a song. Or songs.
  • Taehyung: say another one, hyung.
  • Yoongi: there's nothing left to say now.
  • Jungkook, in passing: Imagine Dragons.
  • Taehyung: I could've gotten that!
  • Jungkook: you've been listening to them, hyung? What're your favorites? I like underdog and second chances.
  • Yoongi: release is nice.
  • Hoseok: what the?
  • Taehyung: why is he talking to Kookie and not us?
  • Yoongi: I'm trying to be melancholy.
  • Hoseok: okay...
  • Yoongi: you two always cheer me up.
  • Vhope:
  • Jungkook: wait, you want to be melancholy so you ignored them?
  • Yoongi: yeah.
  • Jungkook: I feel special but also bad. Sad Hoseok-hyung is like a cloudy day and sad Tae-hyung is like a sad puppy. See?
  • Yoongi: yeah. Okay. You can make me smile now.
  • Vhope: what's wrong with you?
  • Yoongi: *starts to smile* sorry.
Spice it Up! (M)

Jimin & You

Genre: Fluffy Smut, One shot

Word count: 4,110 words

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The images projected by the TV were a blur and you blinked several times, realising that you had let yourself get lost in your thoughts. Shifting your head ever so slightly to the left, you sneaked a glance at your husband, whose eyes were trained on the TV, unaware of your lack of attention tonight. You chewed on your lower lip, the plans that you were determined to carry out making you nervous, but you were going to do it no matter what.

“Jimin?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

The affectionate nickname made you smile and boosted your confidence a little. He loved you just as much as you loved him, if not more. This gave you comfort, knowing that even if he didn’t like what you wanted to try tonight, he would not feel hatred or disgusted towards you. He always made you feel safe and comfortable with voicing your thoughts.

And this was a thought that had been plaguing you for a while. It was a big one, to you at least.

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BTS React to You Coming Over Soaked from the Rain

(A/N - No gifs are mine. All belong to their creators/ owners, because I am a dunce at gif creation)

You were walking over to spend the day at your best friend’s house, as you did most days, but things didn’t go as you’d expected. You’d dressed lightly, since the weather was warm, just a pair of shorts and a white shirt, and you started feeling a little nervous when the clouds started to roll in. Picking up the pace, you hurried towards the apartment that would shelter you from the rain you could tell was coming, but you weren’t fast enough. A block away from his house, the heavens opened and within a minute, you were soaked to the bone. By the time you were knocking on his door, you looked like something out of The Ring, and were hoping you wouldn’t scare him.

 

Jin

As he opened the door, he was preparing to berate you for being late when he had cooked dinner for the two of you, but his words caught in his throat at the sight of you standing there shivering with your hair falling over your eyes. His gaze travelled over you quickly, shocked at what he was seeing, but on the way back up to your face, he paused, swallowing thickly. He could see *everything* he’d always wanted to. Clearing his throat, he quickly diverted his thoughts, hurriedly running to the bathroom and grabbing a towel to wrap around your shoulders while trying not to think about how much he wanted to see more. If he was going to try anything with you, it wasn’t going to be while you were at a disadvantage. It would be when you were both thinking clearly.

“You’re soaked! Didn’t you check the weather forecast before you left home? You’ll get sick!”

Jhope

Seeing you standing there was almost more than he could take, his eyes going straight to the holy grail he practically worshipped. He licked his lips, hoping he could manage to hide the effect seeing you through the fabric was having on him. You coughed, feeling a little awkward under his gaze, and he looked up to your face. As he did so, he realised just how much you were shaking and quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you inside and wrapping his arms tightly around you as he hurried you over to the couch. Once he had you safely seated, he tucked a blanket over you and rushed to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for you, though the escape was almost as much to give him a few minutes to get himself calmed down and get the blood moving around his body again instead of just staying in one, very obvious, place, although he couldn’t resist palming himself momentarily as he pictured what he had just seen before quickly turning his attention to what he was supposed to be doing.

“You’re lucky you were coming here… You could’ve been on the way to an interview and then what would’ve happened? No, don’t come out here! You stay right there and keep warm! You’re getting pampered tonight missy!”

Suga

The moment he opened the door and saw you standing there in a soaked and see through shirt, he knew he was in trouble. His breath caught in his throat, and try as he might, he couldn’t keep himself from reacting to the sight of the woman he adored virtually on display for him. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the house and closing the door behind you with unusual care, trying to distract himself. It didn’t work, and before he could stop himself, he had you pinned to the wall, his lips pressed against yours hungrily. In his mind, he tried to rationalise it as wanting to warm you up, but after a moment or two of you pressed against his body, slowly melting into the kiss, he couldn’t deny any more that he simply wanted you. All of you. Lifting you into his arms, he carried you to the couch, lowering you onto it and starting to peel off the soaked clothes, eager to see you without even the transparent fabric.

“You should know better than to be around a man in a shirt that could go see through like that, you know. You never know what he might do to you…”

Namjoon

Namjoon had been planning to confess to you that night, though he was nervous as to how you would take it. When he saw you there, though, part of him was relieved to have something more important to focus on. Pulling you inside quickly, he wrapped his arms tightly around you and cradled you against his chest, rubbing your back to try to warm it. Before he even registered what he was doing, he was pulling the shirt off over your head, freezing when he realised he was no longer looking at a dressed best friend but his crush with no shirt on. Staring down at you, his brain switched into autopilot and he crushed his lips to yours, not even caring whether he was ruining a friendship. Even if you hated him for this, he had to taste you. As you moaned against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, he lifted you quickly and pinned you to the wall, wasting no time in slipping his hand past the waistband of your shorts as his lips trailed to your neck.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? And now you come here looking like this? You must really want to be punished, baby… How about letting me warm you up, hmm?”

Jimin

Jimin adored you with every breath of his being, and seeing your skin through the fabric wasn’t doing him any favors. Nevertheless, he couldn’t risk wrecking the most important relationship he had. No matter what it took, he would make sure he never lost you, even if it meant never telling you he loved you. You were wobbling from the tremors the soaked cold clothing was causing, and you took a shaky step forward to enter, but he could see the shaking was making it tricky. He quickly picked you up and kicked the door shut behind him, carrying you to the bathroom and stripping your clothes off without batting an eyelash, ignoring the complaints from you. He turned on the water in the shower and pushed you under the warm current, before stripping to his boxers and following you in. He gently washed you, rubbing his hands over your skin until it was no longer chilled, though as he did so, he found his hands slowing, his body reacting to the soft sighs from you as he washed your back. Deciding to take a risk, he leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly to your neck, his arms snaking around your waist as you all but purred at the sensation.

“I didn’t want to risk losing you, but I can’t risk never doing this. You have no idea how much I love you. You’re the most precious thing in the world.”

Taehyung

Tae had had a thing for you for years, the feelings growing stronger and stronger until it was almost killing him trying to keep them hidden. So when you pushed past him into his apartment, dripping water everywhere, he started wondering if he had finally lost his mind. What else could explain how glorious you looked, standing there in a see through shirt and shorts that were clinging to you in a way that left nothing to the imagination? He bit back the groan that was threatening to surface at the sight of you bending over, trying to peel off the shoes that were sticking to your feet. He thought he had it under control until you turned to face him with a sheepish smile, your shirt sticking to every curve and niche of your torso, and the blood quickly started to flow south. In a split second, he went from the innocent little puppy you knew so well to a complete stranger that made your breath hitch at the sheer lust in his eyes. Before you could say anything, he had picked you up and carried you to his room, dropping you unceremoniously on the bed and clambering on after you with a dangerous smirk.

“Why do you always make things so hard for me? It’s difficult enough being around you on a normal day without wanting to make you scream, but now? Now I will.”

Jungkook

Kookie was still staring at the place you had been standing when he opened the door, but you had already entered, kicked off your shoes, and flopped onto the couch with a groan. Realising suddenly what had happened, he closed the door with a small cough and made his way over, sinking down next to you. You leaned against him and he shifted slightly, his eyes drifting down to look at the soaking body beside him. Bad idea. Quickly, he grabbed a cushion and set it on his lap, trying to appear nonchalant, but when you lay down with your head on the cushion, it was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud at the pressure on his lap combined with the sight of you virtually lying on it. It was already somewhat dark in the living room thanks to the clouds outside and he decided to take a risk, resting his hand on your chest and letting it trace lightly over the cold fabric. The soft sigh of contentment at the warmth of his hand only made things…harder, and he grew bolder, slipping his hand under your shirt to caress your skin. It felt just as soft and delicate as he had imagined, and he knew there was no way he was stopping now unless you told him to.

“You have no idea how perfect you are. I’ve pictured what you look like so many times, but that couldn’t possibly compare to the real thing. You make the Venus de Milo look like a piece of garbage.”