the tongue the neck

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Hey you, the blond chuckled. Waiting for me? A seductive smirk spread across his face as he gently bit his bottom lip. Instantly Levi was filled with an overwhelming excitement at the sight, quickly standing.

Pulling the singer in closer, Archer leaned in & began nip lightly at the sensitive skin of his neck. Hearing Levi draw in a hungry breath, he knew he’d accomplished exactly what he’d wanted with the move. His hand drifted lower until it reached the man’s perfect ass, cupping it playfully with his hand.

Making a line of kisses up the brunette’s neck, he stopped to flick his tongue against his earlobe. You drive me so fucking crazy, Levi. You have no idea.

Don’t I? the man chuckled in response, his hand rising into the blond’s thin white shirt, his fingers dancing gently against the skin of his side.

Dennis smiled as he shoved Mac against the bathroom door. He held Macs wrists above his head against the door. He ran his tongue along the letters on Mac’s neck. He felt Mac’s breath hitch. “What’s your mother gonna think when she hears you being fucked while she orders the staff around in the kitchen?” Mac asks.

Dennis chuckles a bit. “Nothing, because that’s not going to happen.” He drops Macs wrists and opens the door, causing Mac to stumble as he had his weight leaning against it.

Mac blinks in shock. “What?” He asks.

Dennis chuckles. “We’re gonna eat dinner with my mom and hope she doesn’t stab you because I let some criminal tattoo my name on his neck.”

The first time Viktor and Yuuri fight, they’re up until 5 in the morning.

It started with nothing in particular, actually. Something that Viktor had forgot, which happened often, but this time, Yuuri didn’t feel well enough to let it slide.

So of course Yuuri didn’t tell Viktor he was upset. He was still working on opening up to him, after all. It had barely been a month since that day at the beach. Progress wasn’t instant.

Yuuri’s lack of admission turned into a strange tension, which led to Viktor trying to comfort Yuuri. Which was exactly what Yuuri had said didn’t help him, that day at the beach.

Yuuri snapped when Viktor tried to engulf him in a hug and bury his face in his neck, apology ready on his tongue. Without thinking, Yuuri shoved Viktor back, with enough force to make him stumble.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Viktor yelled, blinded with hurt and confusion. Viktor knew what defeat on the rink felt like, but it didn’t compared to the bitterness he felt in his throat in that moment.

Yuuri’s face crumpled into shame and frustration. He dropped to his knees and held his face in his hands.

Viktor didn’t know what to do. Should he try to hug him again? Wouldn’t that result in another shove? But he felt useless standing there, hands craving to hold Yuuri’s.

“Yuuri…” Viktor started, reaching out. Yuuri only shook his head and covered his eyes with his arm.

“Don’t, Viktor. Please.” And Yuuri ran to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Feeling lost and dazed, the only thing Viktor thought to do was to follow him.

“I said don’t!” Yuuri cried, hearing Viktor’s gentle knock on his bedroom door.

“Yuuri, I just want to help,” Viktor tried.

“I don’t need your help.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t give any.”

A pause.

“Viktor. I overreacted. It’s fine.”

Viktor had to stop himself from whining. “No, Yuuri, it’s not. I made you upset. Please, let me help you.”

Viktor didn’t expect what came next.

“I. Don’t. Need. Your. Help.” Yuuri’s voice was low, measured, desperate.

And suddenly Viktor came to his senses, remembering what Yuuri told him. He didn’t need anyone overstepping his boundaries.

Viktor backed away from the door slowly, making sure his footsteps were audible. “I’m not weak,” he heard Yuuri whisper from his room, and he knew he wasn’t meant to hear that.

Viktor returned to his room, hugging Makkachin close to his chest. “He’ll come out,” Viktor told the large dog. Makkachin thumped his tail and stuck out his tongue. “Eventually,” Viktor mumbled.

Yuuri did, almost three hours later. Viktor noticed his shadow through the thin screen of the door. Yuuri hadn’t knocked, and Viktor didn’t think he was even going to. He opened the door for him anyway.

Yuuri’s eyes were turned down, but he lifted his hand from his side. Viktor took it with a smile.

“I overreacted.”

“I made you feel weak.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“But I did. So I’m sorry,” Viktor said. “I should have known better.” He squeezed Yuuri’s hand. Yuuri squeezed back.

“I’m sorry too,” Yuuri said. And slowly, he let his arms wrap around Viktor’s body, allowing himself to sink into the solid warmth. Viktor welcomed him.

“You push pretty hard,” Viktor said.

Yuuri didn’t say anything, but Viktor swore his ears turned a bit red.

“I’m pretty sure you could lift me with that kind of strength,” Viktor continued.

Yuuri’s hand scrunched up the front of Viktor’s shirt.

“Just you wait, Nikiforov,” Yuuri chuckled into his shirt.

Kiss the Girl

Summary: Literally based on The Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl,” Bucky develops a crush on you after seeing you in various of Tony’s soirees, but is too shy to go up to you. 

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up. Hope you all enjoy. This is fluffy af.

Originally posted by adoroituoigrovigli


“It’ll be fun!” Tony had said. And honestly, Bucky felt like punching him, just breaking his nose, or bruising him enough in such a way that he would never suggest this to Bucky again.

How could a room full of drunk, screaming people could be fun? Bucky grimaced, as yet another girl sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes at him. He shook his head and gave her a polite smile.

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zach dempsey: can i kiss you?

Request: “I want a zach dempsey x reader one. Fluffy, and I want them to kiss.”

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning(s): Fluffy and cute.

Word Count: 632

Gif: @joeck (Gee, no surprise.)

A/N: I didn’t really know where I was going, so bear with me.


“No, Zach, it’s not rocket science,” you exhale. “It’s just biology.”

You had the glorious opportunity to tutor the great Zach Dempsey. Yes, he’s attractive and ambitious, but he’s also incredibly thick.

Zach dropped his pen on the table and leaned back. He let a sigh escape his lips; which moved the piece of hair that laid upon his forehead. You hung your head on your shoulder, watching him close his eyes. You wouldn’t be telling the truth if you said you weren’t attracted to Zach Dempsey.

Tutoring Zach Dempsey isn’t the hardest job in the word, but it also ain’t the easiest. You couldn’t understand it- he was always getting good remarks in biology. But spending an extra hour with the heartthrob of Liberty was definitely worth it.

“So, what exactly do the nonkinetochores do?” You asked, trying to focus him back on the worksheet.

He sighed once more, moving the paper into his sight. “Uh, they elongate the cell for replication.”

You nodded, acknowledging his correct answer. “And why the cell elongates, it starts to…?”

“Create cell cleavage?” He questioned. You smiled and he took that as a result of getting the right answer.
 
“See, you understand,” you chuckled. You checked your phone for the time: 3:45. “And right on time. We gotta go.”

You both packed up and left the library. It was raining heavily, which you did not expect as you had not coat or jacket. Zach took off his varsity jacket and wrapped it around you when he saw you rub your biceps.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Zach asked. His car was across the lot.

“Uh,” you paused. You checked your phone and saw that your dad couldn’t pick you up. “Please?”

He grinned and nodded. “No problem.”

Zach took his jacket off your shoulders and held it above your head. You two started speed walking to his car. When you were walking, Zach dropped his binder. You stopped to pick it up, but so did Zach. You both had turned into each other.

“Oh,” you exhaled. You were not soaking wet from the rain.

You looked up at Zach as he looked down at you. The water dripped off his forehead to his nose, then down to his lips. His mouth was slightly parted, which explained his heavy breathing.

He gentle moved a string of wet hair from the front of your face. He left his hand to hold the side of your head.

“Can I,” he breathed. “Can I kiss you?”

The corners of your lips curved up and your cheeks became rosy. Zach imitated the features.

“Please,” you whispered.

Without hesitation, Zach leaned forward. You pressed your hands against his chest to stabilize yourself to tippy toe higher. You felt his lips hover over your bottom. He nibbled slightly and pulled away.

You gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him back for another kiss. You felt his smile form when he wrapped his arms around your waist. You released your grip to connect your hands about the crook of his neck.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, forcing him to crouch slightly to get a better angle. You sighed in the comfortable position. You pulled away, keeping your eyes closed.

“Get out of the rain! You’ll get sick!” the custodian shouted from the library.

Zach snapped his head to the man, then tilted his head. He picked up his binder then took your hand. Together, you both walked over to his car.

“Let’s get you home.” Zach opened your car door, letting you in first. He jumped into the driver’s seat.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other in your hand, he drove out of the lot.

“Tutoring got all the more interesting,” Zach laughed.

Take The Trade

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 2,836

Warning: THIS IS VERY SINFUL OH DEAR LORD

Part 2 
Part 3 

A/N: big fuckin thanks to the girls for encouraging me to finish this and being super supportive. i’ve been working on this for the longest time and it’s finally here, so enjoy mother fuckers x x

LISTEN TO THIS ON REPEAT!!!!


Originally posted by gabalecki




I throw the phone onto the couch, groaning in annoyance and stomping my feet like a child as I wander to the kitchen, huffing once more to catch Dylan’s attention. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his back still turned to me as he assorted popcorn and candy into different plastic tubs.

My shoulders slouch and I climb onto the island, crossing my legs and pulling an unsatisfied face. “Everyone’s busy, they can’t make it.” I grumble under my breath with furrowed eyebrows. Friday night was game night, everyone came over to my place to eat junk food, play stupid board games and get completely wasted. But, everyone decided they’d be busy this week, which couldn’t have been any more inconvenient.

“What do you mean everyone?” Dylan asks over his shoulder, grabbing the tubs with one hand each and carrying them into the living room. I groan at his actions, sliding off the countertop and following him through the arch as he places the bowls on either side of the Monopoly board that sprawled out over the coffee table.

I follow him back into the kitchen and watch as he raides through my fridge. “Well, Holl’s babysitting, Crystal and Ty are on a date, Cody is meeting some girl he’s been texting, and Shelley’s at that spa weekend with Arden.” I inform him, waiting for his response.

Dylan pulls two crates of beers from the fridge, closing it with his foot and walking back over to the couch, placing the crates of beer by his feet. “What about Sprayberry?” My eyes widen at his suggestion. “Do you not remember the last time we invited him?” I yelp, pointing toward the dark patch on the white wall that had been filled in after Sprayberry smashed his head through it.

He purses his lips to hide his smile and watches me plop onto the couch beside him. “Looks like it’s just you and I then.” Dylan shrugs, breaking into the case of beer, pulling two out and handing me one. I gaze up at him, taking the beer and smiling widely. “You’re gonna stay?” I ask hopefully, my smile only growing when he shrugs his shoulders and places his beer beside the boardgame.

“You can’t play monopoly alone.” I smile at him again, crawling off the couch and around the coffee table so we both sat opposed to each other. “You’re going down.” I tease, grabbing the dice from the centre and shaking them in my hands. “Game on, baby.”


“This is bullshit!” I giggle loudly, throwing a fifty in the middle. “Your fault you landed on Go to Jail.” Dyl laughs, rolling the die and taking his own turn. I grumbled childishly, watching as he moves his metal player around the board and landing on one of my hotel’s, typical. He grins at me, clearly amused that he didn’t have to pay as I was in jail. I glare at him, waiting for him to take his turn again.

We’ve been playing this for two hours, and currently I had the better properties, whilst Dyl had all the money. Empty bottles and random candies were spilled around us, the room slightly spinning which only entices a giggle from my swollen lips. I look through my sets, all of the yellows and greens, but only one blue. Mayfair was nothing without Park Lane, and I was determined to get that godforsaken card from him.

“Dyl come on, I know you love me. Just gimme Park Lane!” I smile seductively, or at least attempted to. He laughs at my statement, fingers scratching against the short stubble that coated his jaw adoringly. The flattering sight causes an ache between my legs and I shift uncomfortably.

With my bottom lip trapped between my teeth, my thighs rub together roughly, my face contorting in discomfort and I try to ease the throbbing between my legs. My eyes remain glued to his lips and the dark hairs that invade his pale skin. In the midst of my staring, his wet tongue peeks between his lips, and just at the simple action I find myself sputtering a cough so disguise my strangled whimper.

Dylan giggles to himself, unaware of the gaze I held on him and he finally looks up from the board, Mayfair in his hand and a grin on his face. “I’ll trade you Park Lane for a blowjob.” Laughter howls from my lips, and my chest shakes from the frantic laughter of his sudden outburst.

However, whilst I laughed at his comment, the wanting need and desire between my legs only grew at his words, and rubbing my thighs together would not be the way to ease the situation I was almost drowning in. “I’m getting us some more beers.” I giggle, standing from the beanbag I had been slumped upon and wobbling into the kitchen.

My body stumbles into the door of the refrigerator and I laugh quietly at my clumsiness. With my hands pressed against the cool metal, I slowly press myself off the fridge, however my back presses against a hard chest, trapping me in place.

My breathing hitches in my throat at the feeling of warm breath fanning over my shoulder. My eyes flutter closed as a hand wraps around my hair that falls over my chest and pulls it behind my back. Soft lips press against the newly exposed skin and my knees almost give way, until a muscular arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer into their solid chest.

“So, what do you say about that deal?” Dylan’s groggy voice speaks, his lips hovering against my neck. I giggle at his comment, rolling my eyes playfully even though he wouldn’t see. “I think you made a great offer, but it’s something I’ll need to think about.” I tease breathlessly, my eyes fluttering closed once again.

Dylan’s warm tongue flattens against my skin and slowly runs along my neck, my body immediately reacting to the feeling and my ass presses into his crotch, a groan escaping his lips and I smirk to myself. “Come on baby, take the trade.” His grip on my waist only tightens and I find myself like putty in his hands. I spin in my tight position, my arms flung around his neck whilst his keep a firm grip on my waist.

I tangle my fingers into his dark hair and press my lips against his hungrily. Tongues dance messily whilst our lips move in perfect unison and I moan at the sudden feeling of Dylan’s hands massaging my ass. Without wanting, he hoists me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind my soaking heat against his lower abdomen.

Dylan carries us out of the kitchen and into the living room, carefully maneuvering around the scattered beer bottles and plopping onto the couch. My legs straddled either side of his body as my fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Dylan noticed my struggle and hesitantly breaks the kiss, tearing his shirt from his body and throwing it across the room.

My eyes stare adoringly at his toned torso, my panties soaking at the sight of the dark hair that gradually disappeared into his jeans and I find myself growing more and more excited by the second.

I press my lips against his, and slowly climb off his lap. My kisses follow my movements, lips pressing against lower areas of skin the further down my body slides, until I’m situated on the ground, between his open legs. I continue to kiss his torso until my lips come into contact with the rough material of his tight jeans, my chin grazing against his growing erection until I move my face away.

A low grunt escapes Dylan’s parted lips and I fiddle with the buckle of his belt, pulling it apart and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. My eyes flicker to his as I watch him through my lashes. His chest heaved heavily and the sound of his erratic pants echoed through the room as he witnessed my every move with every ounce of attention he could muster.

I smirk to myself, wiggling my ass a little which immediately catches his attention. Taking this to my advantage, I tear my shirt from my body; the cool air pelting against my bare chest and goosebumps begin their invasion. Dylan doesn’t notice my lack of attire until I fully unzip his pants, shoving my hand into his boxers and grasping firmly onto his erection.

He chokes back a moan at my sudden forwardness, whilst my eyes widen at the view before me. With a wicked giggle, I lick my lips in anticipation and prop myself up onto my knees. I lean forward slowly, Dyl’s eyes training on my breasts until I pull his big cock toward them, slotting it between the valley of my breasts.

“Oh, my..” His voice breaks when I press my tits together, creating a tighter grip on his cock. Slowly, I move myself up and down, precum spilling onto my skin and working as a form of lubricant as I continue to tease him. Dylan’s hand finds it’s way to the back of my head; his fingers tangling into my hair and pressing my face closer toward his crotch.

I take the hint, releasing my grasp and sinking back to the ground. I wrap a hand around his length, my other holding onto his thigh for support as I teasingly swirl my tongue over his oozing tip. “Baby come on, no teasing.” He whimpers, and the sound alone is enough to make me cum on the spot. I graciously oblige his wishes and wrap my wet lips around his cock, slowly sinking down until he hit the back of my throat.

My throat tightens around him as my nose buried itself in the dark patch of hair, which provokes a strangled moan from him. “Fuck baby, just like that.” He seethes and I hum in response, hollowing my cheeks around him and sliding back up his length. I suck gently on his tip, swirling my warm tongue over his slit and revelling in the filthy moans he gave me.

“Fuck this.” Dylan growls, viciously pulling me away from him by my hair. His lips smash into mine, and he grunts at the taste of himself on my lips. He stands from the couch, hands holding my wrists above my head as he backs me into a wall, my naked chest pressed against his whilst his cock sat squashed against our stomachs.

I moan at the feeling, knees falling weak when Dylan’s lips roamed over the sensitive skin of my neck. My arms remain above my head, one of his hands holding them in place whilst the other tugs down his jeans and boxers. My hips buck into his in excitement and anticipation, the alcohol that once ran through my blood turned to lust and desire, and it felt like I couldn’t get enough.

“Dyl,” I whine impatiently, gaining his attention once more. His dark eyes meet mine, his gaze trailing up to my trapped hands until they stop, a smirk forming upon his swollen lips, and my stomach churns nervously.

“Baby… what are you smirking at?” I question seriously, my heart stammering beneath my ribcage and I was sure my bones would shatter at any moment, given how hard it was throbbing. Before he pushes his jeans all the way down his legs, he holds onto the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the waist of his jeans and tugging it toward my wrists.

My heart drops when I realise what he was doing. My eyes follow the belt until I noticed the small chain hanging from the ceiling from where an old boxing bag had once hung and I mentally scold and thank myself for never getting around to take it down. “Dylan,” I whimper, clenching my fists as he tightly wraps the belt around my wrists, the clanking of metal indicating he had successfully attached it to the chain.

His hand slowly fall down my sides, gently squeezing my ass before he sets a soft kiss upon my forehead. He takes a step back, kicking his boxers off and toeing off his shoes and socks. My eyes widen at the sight of his naked body before me, and I shiver as he smirks at my vulnerable state. “Aren’t you a good little girl, huh? Standing there waiting patiently for me?” He taunts and my panties overflow with arousal at those simplistic words.

“Please, Dylan.” I gulp, rubbing my thighs together in attempt to ease the growing ache between my legs. He notices my struggle and slowly crouches down to his knees, spreading my legs apart and tearing the leggings off my legs. He grins up at me, setting himself between my legs and resting a thigh on each shoulder. His hot breath fans against my clothed core and I shiver at the feeling.

“I can see how wet you are baby.” He chuckles darkly, which only sparks another flame within me, causing me to thrust my hips closer to him. He carefully pulls my panties to the side before blowing cool air against my soaked slit. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I whimper, my head falling back when he runs his warm tongue between my folds, collecting my arousal until his lips latch onto my clit.

My wrists tug at the restraint, my body convulsing at the pleasure Dylan coursed through my body. “Fuck, Dylan oh God, just like that!” I cry out, my hips pressing further into his face as he grips onto my thighs for support. His lips and tongue continue their relentless assault, leaving me no mercy as I lose control completely. Dylan hums against my clit, my body twitching at the feeling and my lower abdomen shakes until I finally release with a filthy whine and a string of profanities that sound from my lips.

“God baby, you taste so good.” Dylan sighs with satisfaction, slowly easing my legs back to the ground and my body falls limp. He wraps his arms around my waist, his face inches from mine and I notice my arousal glistening around his lips as it drips down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand before pressing his wet lips against mine and I whimper at the taste of myself on him.

“Fuck me, Dylan.” I whisper into his mouth, my tongue soon following as he returns the gesture. Our lips mesh perfectly whilst his hands find the backs of my thighs again, and he hoists me from the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist and he lines himself at my entrance, slowly pushing through my folds. We both hiss in pleasure whilst he continues to thrust into me, halting suddenly to allow me to adjust to his generous size.

I take a deep breath, pulling out of the kiss and resting my forehead against his before I nod slightly. “Move.” I whisper. He willingly obliges and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into me at a slow pace. He continues his movements for a few more moments until I begin to grow frustrated. “Faster.” I buck my hips against his and he soon copies, thrusting into me at a faster and harder pace.

The chains above my head rattle and clank with every thrust and I moan at the feeling of him filling me up. His tip hits places I never even knew I had, the more his cock buried inside me. “God, you’re so tight.” He grunts in my ear, hands roaming to my ass and smacking his hand against the now, sore skin. I gasp at the feeling, whining filthily with every strike he made, his thrusts becoming faster and harder until I snapped, my vision blurring and I found my arousal, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck Y/N, oh my fuck!” Dylan cries, quickly pulling out and pumping himself a few times until hot spurts of cum splatter onto my lower stomach. He slowly lets my legs down to the ground again and I fall completely limp. “Holy shit.” He pants, and my vision slowly becomes apparent again. “Dyl,” I breathe, my eyes barely open as I swallow thickly.

Dylan carefully unties my hands, throwing his belt to the ground and catching my body as I almost stammer to the ground. He carries me close to his chest, turning the light out as I snuggle my face into his neck tiredly. “We need to talk Dyl,” I begin as he lays us both on the ground. “We can talk in the morning baby, I have a few things I need to confess.” He tells me, pulling a blanket from the couch and over our bodies.

“Goodnight my love.” Dylan’s soft voice speaks. He presses his lips against mine softly before pulling me into his chest. But that’s the problem… I was leaving tomorrow morning, for good. 

deal | pt 2 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,848 

warning: pure filth you’re welcome

> part one


Jungkook is no longer tender, his lips ravish your body in such a way that it has you believing that the powerful kiss you had shared earlier that evening was nothing but a mere brush of flesh upon flesh.  Hands don’t hold you like priceless porcelain, instead it’s with a vice like grip that he clings to the skin of your hips almost as if he’d cease to exist if he let go.

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Early Riser

Title: Early Riser

Summary: Sam likes to get up early, you do not. You decide to convince him to come back to bed.    

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1334

Warnings: explicit language, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  Written for the 100 Kinks List,  #33 - Morning Sex; requested by an anonymous requester

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Naughty Girl - Justin Foley Smut

Justin Foley x reader

Request:  Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) maybe..you didn’t fuck for a week because you have problems and he catches you masturbate and he is not happy about it so he punish you…

WARNINGS: Smut, rough, swearing


Me and Justin haven’t been talking for days. He practically pushed me off of him the other day and I’m pissed. For some reason we have been arguing more than usual. Just two days ago we argued cause Justin forgot to pick me up to go to school cause he decided to drink with his friends. It’s been leaving me frustrated. In many ways. Its Saturday night and Justin keeps calling my phone and leaving message after message.

Babe I’m sorry about the other day

Baby please pick up…

I’m sorrrrrrrry!

What do you want me to do?

I can bring strawberry ice cream for you 

Babbbbbby please answer me 

I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’m more angry with him cause with all this arguing we haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s killing me. I have been wanting to slap him and fuck him at the same time and I think he knows it. There is a knock at the door and I say a small ‘come in’.

“Hey sweetheart” my mom peaks in. She’s all dolled and dressed up. I do that signature dog whistle and laugh. 

“Hey mom, where are you going looking all nice” I smile. 

“Me and your father are going out for dinner surprisingly”. I look behind her and see my dad with his thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head. I follow them downstairs as they put their jackets on.

“Okay have fun you too” I say, walking up to hug and kiss both of them.

“We will, come lock the doors behind us. And you know the rules n-”

“Yes, yes, no partying, no drinking, no smoking, no inviting strangers, no going out after 12 and call you if I invite Justin over.” I say nonchalantly.

“Good girl” she kisses my check while my dad rubs my head.

“See you kiddo, be safe.”

“I will, love you”

They both say quick ‘love yous’ and get into their car. I watch them drive off and quickly close the door and jog up the stairs back to my room. I look at my phone and see more text from a now angry Justin. I huff and turn my phone off. I lay on my bed and start thinking about where we went wrong. Just last week we were making love. Making love. I start thinking about how good it felt for him to be inside me with his hands roaming my body. I start thinking about his lips on my neck. Thinking about this started to make me feel hot down there. I continue thinking about his mouth on me and found myself creeping towards my underwear. I never thought I would do this, being that I had Justin, but obviously I don’t have him right now and I need something. I peel my underwear off and start rubbing around my heat. I keep thinking About Justin and imagine my fingers as his.

“Justin” I moan. My fingers speed up and I arch my back into myself. I grab onto my bare breast under my shirt and pinch onto my nipple feeling nothing but pleasure. I keep moaning, sliding a finger into my now wet core. I’m lost in my own world as I slide in another finger. I want Justin more, but this will have to do. I continue pumping in and out while moaning my boyfriends name. I need him so bad. I’m so wrapped up in my moans that I didn’t notice my door fly open. I jerk up and see none other than Justin. A very angry Justin. He looks mad, but his eyes look like something else. Lust.

“What the hell do you think your doing y/n” 

“I-I don’t know” I say, covering my naked body with my sheets. He walks up to the bed and yanks the sheet away from me, scamming my body up and down.

“What the hell were you doing”

“It was nothing, I just wanted to try something dif-”

“You wanted to fucking finger yourself!” he says while still looking at my body. I feel weirdly exposed in front of him, but I kind of like it. 

“We haven’t had sex in a while and I have been aggravated” I say quietly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stared. 

It was the way he stood and looked at me. Watching my every move and staring at me with those deep eyes. And I loved it. I loved the attention he was giving me. The long needed attention. It made me feel wanted and special. It was his attitude. The way he stood leaned against my headboard with his arms crossed on his chest and lip in his mouth. 

I look away feeling queasy in my stomach. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but a feeling of excitement. I uncover my hands from my chest and fix my posture, sitting up. I bit my lip and look back at him. His eyes leaves my face and goes straight to my chest, smirking. That was all it took for him to make his way to my bed and sit down next to me.

“You like being a naughty girl don’t you?” he whispers. His voice suddenly got deeper and husky, making my lower body ache. Definitely a turn on, making me want him even more. 

“Do you like it?” I ask, biting my lip seductively as I smiled. 

“No not really” I almost frown at his response until he speaks again.

“Only I can touch you like that, and I don’t like you doing my job.” I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from jumping onto him right now. I want him badly. So badly right now. 

“Then touch me” I whisper into his ear.

“If I do, I might not be able to control myself cause I’m still angry at you for doing this” I bite my lip as I climb onto his lap and bite his ear softly before whispering.

“Then don’t”

As soon as I said it, Justin attack my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso pressing his body against mine. I moaned against his lips as I kissed him hard while his hand went in my hair and his lips moved hungrily with mine.

“Mhm.” He groaned as he pulled away slightly. Grabbing his waist, I attempt to pull down his sweats. He sits up and pulls them off. I starting bucking my bare core against him, earning grunts. I drew circles with my hips as his hands stayed firmly on my waist. I started to feel him harden under me and I smiled through the kiss. 

“Fuck this” he mumbled through the kiss. He quickly threw us over and yanked me to the edge of the bed.

“This is my job and don’t forget it”. With that he spread my legs apart with his hands on either sides of my inner thigh, spreading them as wide as he would while looking my core. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I moaned slightly while wiggling to try to feel him more. He held my body in place.

“Don’t fucking move” I bite my lip and nodded him.

“Yes baby”

I smiled at the sight of my boyfriend going down on me, his head between my thighs as he pleasured me. He rubbed his fingers again me, going up and down fast. Faster than I was. He made sure to press hard against me. I moaned and moaned even louder when he slide his long finger into me.

“God.” I moan, smiling at the sweet pleasure. I open my eyes to see him watching me as he adds another finger and curl them inside me.

“Yessss Just- my gosh!” I moan.

“What was that” he smirks. He adds a third finger and starts roughly pumping.

“JUST-” I couldn’t even speak cause of all my moans. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down further into my core. I then feel his lips touch my heat, making me grind my hips against his face for more. He starts going slow to tease me then speeds up. I wrap my legs around his neck, arching my body as he flicks his tongue harder against me. He movements started to make me whimper.

“Ha-right there, yes, fuck!” I whimper as he looks up at me while still moving his tongue. I throw my head back, not caring how loud I’m being. My small hands were in his hair, pushing on the back of his head I tensed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name again. I feel myself close, knowing I can’t hold it in.

“J-Justin, I’m ab-”

“Let it go baby.” I do as I’m told and cum while Justin licks everything up, smiling at me after. All of this just made me want Justin more than ever. 

“Justin?” I pant.

“Yes angel” he smirks.

“Fuck me.”

He throws of his underwear before grabbing a condom out his jean pocket and doesn’t give me a chance to register anything. Still at the edge of the bed, Justin grabs my hips and slams into me, making me whimper. my knees were dangling off the bed, spread apart as Justin thrust into me. I was eager for him to go harder, faster, rougher. I need all of him.

“P-please Justin harder” I moan. He doesn’t need for me to say it twice. Justin pushes himself deep into me, but doesn’t move. He just stood there, deep inside of me. the pleasure was so amazing. 

“Fuck!” I yell, my body shaking and desperate to grab something as I cling myself onto his back.

“Ju-justin” I moan, my breathing heavy. He pushes my hips back down, held them down there before he slammed into me as hard as he could, making my bed move backwards. I let out a loud whimper, my hand grabbing his.

“God! Fuck me, Justin, Harder baby!” I beg, moaning louder than ever. He held my tiny hands so tightly in his, almost crushing my fingers as he went faster, deep groans escaping his throat.

“Holy fuck!” he growled. His voice sounding so deep. He only went harder as I scratched lines into his back. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. My whole body was shaking beneath him. 

“Fuck!” he screamed. I could hear his dick slam into me with each thrust, slamming into me as deep as it could. My back slammed into my bed each time. Tears were starting to come out my eyes as I was screaming his name. I exploded and it surprised me. Justin pulled out and looked exhausted. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto him and could barely catch his breath. He only said one thing. 

“Baby?” he pants.

“Yes?” I ask in the same state.

“I love you, but please remember to lock the door next time”. With that we laughed and then fell right to sleep in each others arms, finally back to normal.


A/N - Sorry if this isn’t that good. I hope you guys like this one! I appreciate you guys feedback :) love you 

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Request: Aaliyah has friends over, but Shawn is needy. 

Word count: 1,301 (kinda short, so let’s call it a blurb)

Shawn grabbed roughly around your waist, after slamming the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind you.

In a quick move, he picked you up from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He banged your back against the wall, leaving behind a loud noise, as he roughly smashed his craving lips into yours.

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Friday Night I (M)

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Prologue

Warnings: Oral (giving and receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough, daddy kink… (i think that’s it)

Word Count: 3,058

Summary: A simple game of truth or dare has taken a sharp left at some point, and you were perfectly okay with that.


“Jungkook, truth or dare?” he asked. The maknae’s ears perked up, and he wasted no time answering.

“Dare.” he looked at you and winked, as if he knew what was about to happen.

“Hmm.. Okay Jungkookie, I dare you to try to make y/n moan in under 30 seconds.” why are you their guinea pig? Oh yea, because you’re the only girl here. You stared at Taehuyng in disbelief, and you heard Jimin muttering a string of profanities under his breath. “Oh, and you can’t use your hands.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be phased by this, and beckoned you over with two fingers, his gaze darkening as you decided to go to him. He patted his lap, and you sat in it, looking around and feeling somewhat shy about having an audience, but another part of you enjoyed it. You downed the rest of your drink and set it down before you turned to face Jungkook. He grabbed your hips with strength you didn’t know he had, and leaned in towards your neck.

“Start the time.” he told Taehyung, who had his phone out. As soon as Taehyung pressed ‘start’, you felt Jungkook’s soft lips on your neck, his tongue coming out to lick a strip up from your shoulder to your jaw. You were already worked up from the lapdance and your kiss with taehyung, and you felt heat pool within you once again. That’s when you suddenly felt him grab your hair and pull back, forcing you to expose more of your neck. He bit down hard at the same time, and you couldn’t help the strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth. He pulled back at the sound, a look of triumph and lust in his eyes as he smirked down at you and licked his lips. “I guess you like it rough then, I’ll remember that.”

Confused, you pushed yourself off of his lap and went back to your spot, now frustrated, embarrassed and way too turned on to care about this game anymore. You poured yourself another drink as you waited for the next question.

“Jimin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” he said immediately. What was with everyone today? I guess they don’t want to be exposed like Hoseok. Jungkook thought for a moment, and you kind of hoped that this dare included you.

“I dare you to have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n,” he said with a sly grin. You choked on the drink you had in your mouth and looked a Jungkook, not expecting him to have said that, given your earlier confession. Though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly happy that it was with Jimin. Jungkook whispered something to Jin, and he nodded in response before standing up and walking towards the hallway. He looked over his shoulder and told you to follow him as he continued to walk. You hesitantly got up after Jimin looked at you, and followed Jin to a room at the end of the short hallway. He opened the door for the two of you and as soon as you stepped inside, you heard the door close and lock. What? Did he just lock us in? And why does it lock from the outside? As you were trying to come up with reasons as to why Jin would need a room that locked from the outside, Jimin cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.

“Come here,” he says as he pats the spot next to him on the bed. You look around the room for the first time, and realize you’ve never been in here. You’ve visited this house many times over the years, but you had never seen the inside of Jin’s room before. The walls were a pale grey, with black furniture and dark floors. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, draped in beautiful blood-red sheets. You walked towards the bed and sat down next to Jimin who looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He turns to you and smirks, “so, what am I doing to you in your fantasies kitten?”

His question threw you off, and you weren’t sure how to answer him. You had been friends for some time, but no one knew about your feelings until tonight. You had hoped that they would forget about it, but you realized that you’d never live this down. You fought with yourself, wondering if you should give in to him or if you should avoid the situation. Before you could make your decision, you felt him move closer, his breath fanning across the side of your face.

“Tell me kitten, I want to make you feel good” he whispered. You felt a shiver run through you as he moved his hand on top of your thigh, squeezing firmly. You stayed silent, but you didn’t pull away, giving him the go ahead to continue. Jimin moved his lips to your neck, noticing the mark Jungkook had left on you and bit down on the spot. Before you could control yourself you moaned at the feeling, and his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting. His hand moved up your thigh and closer to where you wanted him, his fingers slipping in between your legs as his hand continues to move towards you centre. When he was right where you wanted him, he moved his hand away and to the button of your shorts, “tell me if you want to stop.”

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Behind Closed Doors (Steve x reader)

Happy Smut Saturday! Oh my god, I’m going to keep this thing going. Of course, I will post smut on any given day, but I will save the smuttiest of smut for Saturday nights. I hope you enjoy this very kinky and very smutty oneshot. I thought I’d give Steve some love, since he’s been lacking attention on my feed lately. God bless all your souls after this, you might need some holy water. xoxo

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Description: Everyone thinks Steve is this sweet and gentlemanly guy that goes by his morals and honor. That is true. But, obviously, they aren’t intimate with him like you are. As his girlfriend, you can confidently say that he is no gentleman in the bedroom. 

Warnings: SMUT. DADDY KINK. ROPE BUNNY. (or would it be belt bunny?) ANYWAYS IT’S LITERALLY ALL SMUT. Oh, and cursing, along with unprotected sex (be careful out there)


“You got lucky, F/N. Steve’s a true gentleman. You honestly can’t find guys like that anymore. They’re all dick bags.” Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“Maybe it’s because he’s been preserved for seventy years?” You chuckled, shaking you head slightly. 

“That’s true. I wish there were more guys like him to pull out of the ice, so I can have one of my own.” You burst out laughing at what she said, and both of you were about to be rolling on the floor, dying of laughter. Your stomach was beginning to ache, when Steve walked in. 

“Speak of the devil.” Natasha was holding back a laugh, trying to catch her breath. You got up and met him at the door and pressed your hands against his chest, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“What’s all the commotion about?” He was leaning against the threshold of the door, a smirk on his face. 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, babe.” You almost started giggling, but forced it down. “Natasha, we should get going. I’ll see you later.” 

“Alright, you lovebirds. I’ll see you guys later.” She was smirking. You just shook your head at her and waved goodbye, intertwining your hand with Steve’s. It wasn’t a long walk back to your room, it was literally down the hall from her’s. You and Steve shared a room, Tony finally allowing it after two years of dating. 

He opened the door for you, letting you walk in before him. He really was a gentleman, at least in public. But, when that bedroom door closed, he was anything but that. You plopped yourself on the bed, exhausted from the day.

“So, what were you guys talking about?” Steve’s curiosity was peeking through his usually strong, and “know all” demeanor. 

“Natasha was just talking about how I was lucky to have such gentleman for a boyfriend.” You were staring up at the ceiling, laying on your back. You got up on your elbows so you were looking at him. “But, I think we both know that’s not true.” You winked at him, earning a lust filled smirk in return. 

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Jealousy || Zach Dempsey x Reader (NSFW)

Thank you so much!! It makes me feel so good to know that people actually like this trash that I put out. Speaking of trash… I may have just brewed up some really kinky shit.

Word Count: 1,144

Warnings: Rough Smut, Dom!Zach, Sub!Reader

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    You had always been one of those girls that guys just seemed to like. Whether you were dressed up in a miniskirt or dressed down in a pair of sweatpants; they flocked to your side. You just had that certain, rare personality that made you likable. Even if you didn’t try to be, you were one of the most popular girls at Liberty High.

    “Well, looky looky who it is!” Jeff Atkins yelled from across the gym, waving you over from where you sat, quietly reading the latest novel of your favorite author. “Y/N, get over here!”

    You stood, tucking your book away in your backpack. You were just about to make your way over to him when you heard the familiar sound of Zach’s voice. He was babbling about something to do with basketball when he came waltzing through the doors, followed closely by a few of the other members of his team.

    His eyes met yours across the distance, a smile growing on his face. He started walking towards you, stopping dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Jeff. He had gotten up from the bleachers and was making his way over to you, Clay Jensen trailing behind.

    You sat back down, greeting them each with a smile as they plopped down on either side of you. While Jeff immediately threw his arm over your shoulders, Clay was a little more reserved. Still, he was sitting close enough your your thighs to touch.

    “What’s up, girlie?” Jeff asked, giving you a light squeeze. “Clay and I were just talking over there and we both agreed that we’ve never seen you at any parties.”

    Clay smiled, nudging your knee with his own. “He’s got a point, however direct it may be. Even I go to parties.”

    You laughed, shaking your head. “You should go to parties, Clay. You act like no one likes you. I mean, come on! They like you as much as they like Jeff. I know I do.”

    “Uh, no,” he replied.

    Jeff leaned over, nudging Clay’s shoulder. “Take a compliment, Jensen. A pretty lady is telling you she thinks you’re cool.”

    Clay looked away, most likely hiding the blush that had seeped onto his pale cheeks. “Shut up, Jeff.”

    You smiled, grabbing Clay’s arm and pulling him against your chest. “Jeff is right. I mean, about the me thinking you’re cool thing.”

    Jeff was about to say something in reply when the sound of a basketball slamming into the bleachers next to you caught everyone’s attention. The three of you stared down at the broad, tanned form of Zach.

    He clenched his jaw, looking from Clay to Jeff before his eyes finally settled on you. He gave you that same look that he always did when he saw you talking to guys. That ‘I think you’re doing this on purpose’ glare, with the razor sharp eyes and accusing stance.

    You stood slowly, muttering a goodbye before hopping down to stand by Zach’s side. His arm was around you in seconds, pulling you tightly against himself as he steered you away from the boys and out of the gym. He brought you into the connecting locker rooms, guiding you to the right and into the girls’.

    Inside, you watched as he locked the doors, a murderous look on his face. He turned to stare at you, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an explanation.

    “We were just talking,” you said.

    He collapsed on one of the benches, motioning for you to sit by him. You did as he said, placing a hand on his thigh.

    His eyes caught yours for only a moment, that black, swoopy hair falling just barely over his temple. “You act different around them than you do with me.”

    “No, I don’t,” you stated. “You just get too jealous.”

    “Jealous?” he asked, incredulous. He turned to grab you by the shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest. “I’m not jealous. I’m letting you know who you belong to.”

    There was a moment of shocked silence that was broken quickly by his lips crashing against yours. You barely managed to keep on your feet as he pulled you up with himself, backing you up against the lockers.

    You gasped as you were lifted suddenly, back shoved against a surface of cold metal. You could feel one of the locks digging into your hip as Zach ground against you, lips moving down to attack the skin of your chest.

    His hands were on you in seconds, slipping beneath your skirt and pulling at your underwear. He tugged the flimsy fabric down just enough to get to what he wanted.

    “Zach, not here,” you said, looking around at the empty room. “Someone could come in.”

    He popped open the button of his jeans, giving you a reassuring smile. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought we could get caught. We’re fine, babe.”

    You could feel yourself relaxing as you watched him spit into the palm of his hand, reaching down between the two of you to wet his growing erection. His eyelids fluttered as he gave himself a few rough jerks, gaze fixated on your thighs as they squeezed around his waist.

    He lined himself up with your entrance, pressing in slowly. You couldn’t stop the moan that came from somewhere in the back of your throat, the pleasant stretch of him sending shocks through your core. You shivered when his hips pressed flush against yours.

    He gave a deep grunt, gripping your waist tightly as he began to move. The slow in and out rubbed everything inside of you in just the right way. The quiet bang of your shoulders hitting against the loose locker doors echo’d throughout the room, only increasing the coil of white hot pressure building in your core.

    Your hands slipped up the back of his shirt as he picked up the pace. As his muscles flexed you could feel them beneath your fingers, taut and dominating. His hot breath beat off of your neck, tongue darting out to taste the flesh there.

    You hid your face in his chest, trying to muffle the stream of soft cries escaping your lips. His grip on your hips tightened and his thrusts became erratic, uneven and hard. That coil in your belly tightened even farther, sizzling hot.

    It only took another good slam of his hips into yours and you were toppling over the edge, moaning his name like a prayer as your orgasm hit you. He followed along shortly after, pressing into you as deeply as he could. You were just coming down from your high when you felt the slow warmth of his own spread in your core.

    He found your eyes, lips parted with heaving breaths. “You’re mine, Y/N. Only mine.”

    You nodded, breathless. “Only yours.”

I Will Take Care Of You

Summary: Like I say ti @amrita31199 this is one where Steve gets a massage and his dick sucked. 

Words: 2647

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: smut (oral and penetrative sex) and loats of fuffly

You wake up alone in bed, again it’s the third time this has happened this week.

Steve came back from a mission a few days ago, he was tired and needed a rest but nobody was allowing him to do so. Between mission reports to fill in, training and meetings he didn’t have much time for himself.

You hated that he didn’t take this time to process things, that his idea of self-care was to run a marathon and destroy punching bags. You hated that he barely slept or ate in this last few days because he doesn’t consider it a priority. You just want him to be happy.

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Anchor

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A/N: Been working on this for a while, actually convinced myself not to post it, so I might delete it again, haha. Feedback is always lovely.

Word count: 3,614

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His hands were running down your body, rubbing your tights with his long fingers, leaving your skin burning behind as he always accomplished to do.

Shawn’s tongue slipped out of your mouth and he bit your lip roughly instead, knowing you liked when he did that. It let a small whimper escape your trembling lips.

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Trading Places. (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut and fluff
Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Wanting to surprise you, Yoongi lit your favorite candles and planned a cheesy, romantic night but when he realised you’ve had a bad day, he suggested you should change it up and trade places. Laying on the bed, spread out for you to do whatever you wanted to him. “Do your worst,” he said.

WARNINGS: sub!yoongi, a lot of fluffiness, bathtub sex, dirty talk, light spanking, dom!reader etc. etc. etc. - Reader Discretion advised. y'all I legit don’t even know what this is but I kinda like it????


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