“Are you sure you can stay on the phone? You won’t fall
Yoongi being so far away was always like slow torture, and
you weren’t sure if your nightly phone calls made it better or worse. Tonight
he sounded extra lazy after a long day, but insisted on calling you anyhow.
“I’m sure; I just really wanted to hear your voice.”
I promised I’d give you all another Dark fic when we reached our next milestone, and I always keep my promises.
Just a quick warning- this is not fluff. It’s not romance. It’s not a sympathetic portrayal. This man is a manipulator, a good one, and he does what he does to further his own interests. He enjoys control, not company. And, to use Mark’s own words:
He is not here to help you. He is here to use you.
Sorry i dont know if you're taking requests or whatever, but i havent seen any virgin phan smut where both of them are virgins, and i have a kind of plot thing but not really, Phil sneaking to dans house in the middle of the night and knocking on dans window. Then they go up on the roof and have sweet, cute sex under the stars I dont know why i need this so badly but i do
i love this
starry lights & touch-me-nights
Dan sat up quickly, his eyes shooting open.
He turned toward the window in the dark, focusing on the soft navy light emitting from the glass. His eyes slowly focused on the outline, the outline of a boy. The boy knocked three times, and Dan visibly jumped.
He stood up quickly, stumbling on his own feet to get to the window, throwing it open.
Phil’s eyes twinkled, and he flashed him a crooked grin that made Dan’s heart melt. “Hi.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Dan laughed, shaking his head; astonished. His boyfriend was known to do some crazy things, but sneaking into his bedroom in the middle of the night? That was a new one.
“I missed you.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “I saw you less than twenty four hours ago.”
Phil shrugged again, biting his lip. “Can I come in?”
Dan sighed, nodding and grabbing his hand, tugging him through the window. Phil stumbled, leaning on Dan for balance. He still had that dumb-ass grin on his face; he looked so happy it was contagious. Dan giggled, sitting down on his bed and pulling Phil down next to him.
Summary: [Request] KINDA FEELING ATTRACTED TO *DADDY* S COUPS RECENTLY AND WAS WONDERING IF I COULD HAVE A SMUT😈 WHERE THE READER ATTEMPTS TO DOMINATE HIM BY TYING HIM DOWN BUT ULTIMATELY HE ESCAPES YOUR TIES AND YOU’RE FUCKED *LITERALLY* 😉 ALSO I AM OPEN TO PRETTY MUCH ALL KINKS TO NAME A FEW MAIN ONES WOULD BE DADDY KINK, BREATHPLAY, ORGASM DENIAL AND BEING MANHANDLED…👀 YES I NEED JESUS…🙌🏽 HOPE IT’S NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK!😔
The ceiling fan creaks above you noisily, blasting cool air in the room even though it’s a cold winter night but your body heats up in warmth as Seungcheol’s gaze focuses on you.
“What do you mean, you want to take control?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head in confusion. It wasn’t that he was angry, far from it, it was just that he was a little hurt, to be perfectly honest, at the proposition. “Do I not satisfy you or whatever enough?”
You shake your head vehemently, eyes widening. The sex was always more than pleasurable and while you loved the way he made you feel, you wanted to see him beg for you for once. It started off as more of a thought, thinking of how you were always the one begging, and pretty soon, it was a full-blown fantasy, the idea of teasing him and bringing him close to his release a lot hotter. And it’s funny because you know exactly what Seungcheol’s buttons are, you know what to do, what to say, where to touch to get him riled up, and you can’t wait to get your hands on him.
au: an unfortunate dare sends both the victims spiraling into a disastrous pleasure.
warnings: LMAO GIRL TIGHTEN YOUR SEATBELTS YOURE IN FOR A MOTHERFUCKIN RIDEnone
word count: 1764
Laughter erupted in the room, girls sitting around in a circle as they reminisced old memories. Junk food surrounded them, the scheduled sleepover was going smoothly, not care in the world. That was, things were. The mood, for Y/N, was ruined once so-called her best friend decided to bring out a ’little game’ for them to play. Games in general never sat well with her, one thrown by Perrie Edwards couldn’t be any better.
A/N: Okay, so my lazy ass has not yet gotten to any of the requests or the blurbs yet for my 1k celebration, but I have decided to start a new series. This one is a Remus one, and barely has a plot in all honesty. I just think it would be a series of cute little imagines based off of the idea that Remus suddenly grew up quite a bit over the summer from fifth year to sixth. :) Hope you enjoy!
Two long months away from your friends had been torture. With the recent targets on different muggle families in the past year, your parents decided that it would be best to travel overseas this summer. A summer house on the beach was lovely and very therapeutic yet not what you wanted. All you wanted to be able to do was see your friends, or at least write to them. Yet, your parents insisted that going abroad was the safest thing for you all. They claimed that no contact with your muggle-born friends meant their families wouldn’t be noticed if they were trying to lay low; and no contact with your magical-born friends meant that they wouldn’t get in trouble for communicating with any half muggle-born families.
You knew it was mostly a lie. Your parents were scared themselves and you couldn’t blame them. It was getting dangerous for any non-pure-blood family with the rise of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Hiding out with an entire ocean between your family and the enemy was logically a smart move, even if it was slightly cowardly. Although, it didn’t mean you had to like it.
Summary: Taehyung had just wanted to rant to his best friend about how ridiculous he looked.
Warnings: anal fingering, dirty talk, phone sex, allusions to pet play *hint hint wink wink*, guided masturbation
Taehyung huffed in exasperation. He looked ridiculous. Absolutely, certifiably ridiculous. He had purposely chosen to dye his hair this obnoxiously vibrant shade of red for the very simple fact that he didn’t want to wear the damn ears and tail in the first place. But his best friend being The Indomitable and Resourceful Park Jimin, Taehyung really shouldn’t have been surprised that he would find the fuzziest appendages possible that just so happened to perfectly match his new hair color. Honestly, Taehyung was beginning to question why he even considered the impish little brat a friend when he so often and so willingly broke their most sacred Best Friends Blood Oath and Spit Pact of December 2010.
He glared at his reflection once again, eyes stuck on the unnaturally “cute” ears peeking out from his tousled coppery locks. There was no way in hell he was going to go live looking like this. Nope, nuh uh. Kim Taehyung was willing to do a lot of things for his loyal fans–and had done a good chunk—except look unreasonably absurd. With another loud huff, he batted at the stupid triangles before snatching his phone off his bed to angrily tap at his best friend’s contact information.
Authors Notes: SO, I hashed this one out really fast and I’m almost done with the next one too. I don’t know what happened but I actually had time to write!
Note/Warnings: Kissing, jealousy, fluff, sass and more kissing lol
Lizzy. Of all the friends Tessa had, you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why Lizzy was one of them. She was… how to put it? Loose. And of course she had to jump at her chance to get Steve Rogers in her bed. You were livid. A happy day for your sister ruined but the one person you can’t stand.
You weaved out of the crowded dance floor and made your way through the tables where Lizzy was tugging Steve towards the edge of the tent, no doubt to steal him into the night.
“Lizzy!” You called, a little more sternly than you had anticipated. She whipped around with a devilish grin.
“Hey, (Y/N), having fun?” She smirked.
“So much,” You lied. “What are you two off to?”
“We were just going for a walk.” She lied right back. You looked at Steve who had the Deer-in-headlights look on his face.
Imagine sex with Aleister Black. (Cause he doesn't strike me as being the vanilla type, ya know?)
A/N: ok now we’re gonna attempt to do kink proper. please be advised it has been some time since i have personally engaged in this kind of play, so i apologize if i have gotten something incorrect. we’re going off of memory and what the google machine has helped with. this has ventured into fic territory of its own accord and I ain’t even mad.
warnings; D/s sexplay, mentions of prior kink negotiation, proper use of safewords. spanking, finger sucking, choking, breathplay, orgasm denial
Instead of going back to Spencer’s like you normally would, for once you went back to yours.
You didn’t have any clothes or toiletries at Reid’s, you hadn’t wanted to make things weird by leaving the odd thing at his so you always made sure you packed everything back up.
Spencer had been inside your apartment a few times before, but never inside your bedroom. You led him in there almost straight away, him looking around and taking in the room.
“So this is where you sleep… ” he commented.
You giggled, replying, “Generally.”
“And where other stuff happens?”
He sat down on your bed, kicking his shoes off.
“I’ll be right back okay. I’m just gonna go…. Erm, clean up again quickly. Do you want a drink or anything.”
“Just some water. Where have you put the things I bought you?”
“Top drawer, bedside cabinet.” You left the room as he moved to the drawer, you wondering what exactly he was planning.
Heading into your bathroom, you stripped your panties off and discarded them into the laundry hamper, filling the sink with warm soapy water. You couldn’t be bothered to shower again so you just ran a flannel between your legs, making sure to remove the last of the residue from earlier, feeling cleaner.
Leaving off your underwear, you pulled your dress back down and went back to your bedroom, grabbing two bottles of water as you went.
Spencer had lit the candles that you kept in the room and had turned off the over head light. The room was still light enough to be able to still clearly see, and you spotted him sitting on your bed, at the bottom end, leaning against the foot board. In front of him were two objects.
Placing the water bottles on the bedside table, you turned.
“No,“ you told him, seeing the purple silicone object on your bedspread.
“Yes. I have strikes to cash in from before remember. I’m cashing them.”
He leant over slightly so that he could touch you, trailing his hand up your leg. “I have to say Snow, I like these sock like stocking things you’re wearing. You can leave them on. But the dress needs to come off.”
“The dress can come off. But I’m not doing it. If you want me to use it so badly, then you use it on me.”
He pulled at the hem of your dress, signalling for you to remove it. You did, remaining in just your bra, choker and socks.
“I will be, in a way. I’ll be telling you what to do. Now climb onto the bed and lie down.”
“Y/N, call it if you really don’t want to. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to, I’d hope that you know that by now.”
You did, he was right. If you truly didn’t want to do this, you could tell him. It wasn’t like you didn’t get yourself off regularly anyway, you just always stuck to the outside. You guessed you could at least give it a try.
You crawled on the bed, discarding your bra as you went and lay down.
Spencer positioned himself so that he was lying across the foot of the bed, his head propped up on his hands. He had a very clear view.
“So we can’t just go straight in with it, we need to get you ready. I want you to start running your hands over your body, feeling yourself, touching yourself.” His voice was low and persuasive, sexy and soft but with a hint of assertiveness.
Letting your hands trail over your torso, you followed his instructions; tickling and teasing your skin with your fingertips, carresing the tops of your thighs, massaging your chest.
“Wet a finger and use it on your nipple, Y/N.”
Again you did as he asked, sucking a finger into your lips and swirling your tongue around it, before bringing your hand to your breast and using your slick finger to circle a nipple, teasing it, the sensation going straight to your core. You flicked lightly, then using your thumb and forefinger to tug and pinch, your lips parting.
“Let your other hand do what ever feels right now, Y/N.”
Okay so that wasn’t a very specific instruction so you did what you’d normally do. You let the other hand move to your groin, letting your hand dip between your thighs, spreading them. You flicked your eyes to Spencer, seeing him watching intently as you ran your hand over your centre, finding your clit and starting to circle it slowly, your other hand still on your breast.
He allowed you to work for a few minutes, gasps leaving your throat every so often.
“Feel inside yourself Snow, just allow one finger to slip in, feel how wet you are.”
Not thinking too much about what you were doing, you allowed your finger to drag down the centre of your lips, finding the opening and gently pushing inside yourself, only met with a small amount of resistance as you curled you wrist to allow for a better angle, feeling how wet you were.
“Think you can fit another one in there?”
You did as he asked, groaning a little as you wriggled two fingers inside yourself, the silky fluid of your arousal coating them as you spread your legs wider, feeling for that dimpled patched of flesh along your inner wall.
You moaned as your fingers pressed against it, gently pumping them, curling them on it and then retracting slightly, repeating the motion. Spencer moved on the bed, and you heard a soft squirting noise and the felt his hand on your wrist, pulling you away from yourself.
Stopping with both hands, you awaited his next instructions. He handed you the purple silicone sex toy, it slick with lubricant.
“Just run it around the outside to begin with Snow, drag it over your clit, your opening. Get used to it.” His voice was still low, almost a whisper.
You moved the toy over your outer lips, rubbing it over your sensitive nerve. You could feel the silicone give slightly when pressure was applied, but not much. For the most part it was robust.
“When you’re ready push the tip inside. You don’t have to go far. The majority of the sensitive nerve endings are in the first third of your vagina.”
Closing your eyes, you placed the toy against your entry and pushed gently.
This was much bigger than the two of your fingers together. It didn’t have the same feeling as when you were penetrated with an actual penis, it was different. Not bad different, just…. different.
“When you’re comfortable starting moving it. Just little thrusts, you can rock it back and forth rather than in and out, whatever feels best.” His voice was starting to crack and croak. He was turned on, you could recognise it, his breathing becoming heavier as he watched you.
Knowing you were arousing him gave you encouragement and you gripped the toy tightly, adjusting the angle slightly and moving it in and out.
“Fuck Snow. I’m rock hard watching you do this. This will be replayed in my brain for a long time.”
Opening your eyes you glanced to the end of the bed, seeing he was palming himself over his pants. Christ, that was hot.
You moaned at the visual, his hand stroking up and down over.
“You’re watching me Spencer… Oh…. Ugh…. Let me watch you. Please.” You thrust the toy a little deeper, it hitting against your g-spot.
“I give the instructions here Snow. But seeing as you asked so nicely….”
He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his briefs off and on to the floor, discarding his mismatched socks as he went. Removing his shirt so that he was completely nude, he resumed his position; placing his hand to his groin and gripping his length, he began to slowly stroke.
You pumped the toy harder, the tip moving against the sensitive flesh inside you, your breathing quickening. The toy was now covered with your own juices as well as the lubricant.
“Use your other hand Snow, play with your clit.”
Oh god… If you started with your clit again you’d be coming in no time, especially hearing the groans coming from Spencer as he watched you intently, his teeth grazing his lip as his pumped his cock.
You added in your other hand, rubbing against your throbbing nerve endings, daring to go that little bit deeper with the toy. Your hips lifted off the bed as light-headedness started to overtake you, the telltale tremble in your legs settling in.
Moving the object faster, back and forth, in and out, your fingertips working frantically on your clit, you started to come, moaning out Spencer’s name and stars bursting inside your head.
You finished loudly and quickly, feeling quick movement from the foot of the bed, a hand grasping your wrists and pulling the toy from you.
“I need to be inside you.” Reid gave his explanation, adjusting himself between your thighs, pulling your socked legs up and over his shoulders as he pushed himself into your slit, filling you with an altogether different sensation.
Leaning forward onto his hands, he began his thrusts, the position you were in allowing him deep inside.
The orgasm you’d just finished reignited and your gasps and whines started back up again as you dragged your hands down his back.
No longer than sixty seconds and you were coming again, without any clitoral stimulation this time, the feeling different but still euphoric. The feeling of your walls tightening and clenching around him had Spencer coming moments later, lowering your legs and crashing on top of you when he done.
You lay there together panting, trying to catch your breaths.
“That was one of the most sexiest and beautiful things I’ve watched, Y/N. That is definitely happening again tonight. And yes, that is a command.”
“ ‘kay…. Break first. Dying here…. ”
He chuckled at you, planting a kiss on your breast and rolling off.
This is a 7 part series with each part related to a one of the seven deadly sins.
A/N: Thanks for showing this new miniseries some love! You are all amazing and I love all your faces. Tag list is at the bottom <3
Summary: Dean’s hurting and wants you to hurt just as much, he isn’t considering what it might do to Sam. You talk him out of saying anything to him but Dean’s still angry and things take an interesting turn.
Warning: Smut ← dom!dean // dirty talk // rough sex
“You’re not mad at me Dean, you’re jealous.” now your eyes are narrowed “you’re jealous that Sam has been apart of my life this whole time.”
Dean lets out a dark chuckle “Maybe I am a little jealous. Maybe I envy what you and Sam share.” he admits “but I wonder how envious Sam will be of me when he finds out I got it first” Dean’s grin is almost as dark as his laugh as he scans your body “I think I should just go tell him right now” he begins to turn away but you grab his arm.
“You wouldn’t do that to him” your eyes pleading Dean to calm down.
“Watch me” Dean yanks his arm free from your grasp and heads towards the door to the bunker.
You quickly run after him. You have to walk twice as fast as him to catch up, his strides are so long and the anger boiling beneath his surface adding fuel to the fire. You can’t believe he’d do this to his brother, just to hurt you. He didn’t even want to listen to reason. He just saw what he saw and that’s it in his eyes. He knows what he needs to and now he’s going to ruin his relationship with Sam, your relationship with Sam and your relationship with him.
“Dean, Dean.” you’re just on his tail, almost caught up to him when you reached out and almost missed his arm but your fingertips curled in and latched onto his sleeve “DEAN!” you shout at him as you yank on the flannel fabric of his sleeve “Dean please” you’re voice much more quiet now, not wanting to tip off Sam that anything might be wrong.
“Stop Y/N” He finally turned around and froze in place. You’re so close to him that his sudden paused made you run directly into his broad chest, his stubble scratching against your forehead as you run into him.
You stumble backwards a few steps and look at him. His nostrils flaring with every deep breath he takes in through his nose. His face red, knuckles white as his fingernails dig into the palms of his hands he’s balling his fist so tight.
Anonymous asked: “I’m sorry I let you fall for me” Could you do this prompt with ponyboy?
“I’m sorry I let you fall for me.”
He was staring at you, tortured.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, entangling your fingers with his.
Ponyboy set his teeth on edge, turning away first. “There’s a rumble tonight. I don’t know if you heard.”
His words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. Distantly, you felt the Greaser tighten his grip on your hand, his thumb running over your skin in a shaky way. He was scared, that was obvious. You were scared. It was so stupid, both of you knew this.
You were a Soc and he was a Greaser. You’d face each other tonight in battle.
Both of you were sworn enemies. Water and oil. Blessings and curses. Deep and shallow-
“I won’t show.” Ponyboy’s suggestion tore you from your thoughts.
“No,” you said firmly, shaking your head. “They’ll find out. We both need to go.” You sighed. “We just have to try not to meet in the fray.”
Ponyboy looked unsure, but managed a smile. It perished before it reached his eyes, though.
“I love you,” he breathed.
You didn’t like that. This was a big deal, sure, but nobody was going to die. What the two of you had wasn’t going to fade. Your divisions weren’t going to take that away from you guys.
“I love you too, Ponyboy,” you murmured.
You lifted his hand up to your face and kissed the top of it, smiling back at him. “This isn’t going to change anything, you hear? We’re still on our date for Thursday,” you chuckled.
It took a few moments, but ultimately the boy joined you in laughter. “Good. I’ve been saving up some cash. You’re in for a treat, Y/N,” he said contently.
The most obvious issue seemed to wear away at that second, and Ponyboy wrapped his other arm around your shoulder. You exhaled softly as he pulled you close against his chest, running his fingers through your hair and humming easily. You felt his heart beat beneath the heel of your hand as his fingers fell away from yours.
It was dusk. Streams of orange bolted across the sky and melted deep into the horizon. Some stars flickered in and out of sight. You liked the way the scenery reflected off of Ponyboy’s eyes.
The rest of the evening was spent in comfortable silence, with your hands snagging in the boy’s shirt and his fingers combing through your hair. It was too late to relent your feelings for Ponyboy, you knew this. You loved him from the bottom of your heart. He felt the same way towards you. That wouldn’t cease. Well, you hoped it wouldn’t. It was truly your worst fear.
“Ponyboy!” a familiar voice echoed over the terrain.
“Time to come home, bud! Gotta get ready!”
Ponyboy stiffened against you. It was evident that his brother was talking about the upcoming rumble. He pressed his lips to your forehead before gazing down at you.
“I have to go, but, I mean, I’ll see you later,” he stammered.
“Okay. Stay safe.” You kissed his cheek as he stood up. “See you soon.”
The night was still. There was no wind. No more stars either, too many clouds. And no Greasers. Yet.
You were sitting on top of the hood of your friend’s car. Most of the Socs were wrestling with each other already, but careful enough not to push each other to the ground. Your outfits were clean, something the Greasers never contributed in rumbles. Playful cursing filled the air and twigs snapped beneath people’s feet. Nobody was scared. Nobody allocated your fears.
“They’re here!” someone cried out.
So they were, you thought. Familiar faces came into your line of sight and you hurried to join your rank.
“Time to demolish the town’s inferior kids,” someone beside you growled. You were too busy looking for Ponyboy to pay them any real mind, though.
You still didn’t know all of the Greasers, but you recognized the three Curtis brothers and some more of their friends. Though a handful of them still looked unfamiliar.
Ponyboy took your breath away when you finally spotted him. It seemed you did the same for him when he saw you. The world between you two froze, and it was simply you and Ponyboy. No other labels were needed.
For a fraction of time, you weren’t a Soc and he wasn’t a Greaser. You were equals. You loved each other, and that was enough.
But the truth caught up to you and just like that, your hopes were eradicated. You were back, and Ponyboy dipped his head, averting your gaze. You did the same.
At this point the two groups were in a line, bracing each other for war. People’s teeth bared and hands formed fists. Anticipation was wearing.
“You cannot be your own saviors,” a Greaser taunted suddenly. It was Ponyboy’s eldest brother. He stepped out from his band and glared at the people you had grown up with.
“You cannot protect yourselves from us,” another Greaser jeered.
You knew the second Greaser. You had never talked to him, but you knew of him. Everyone did. It was Dallas Winston. Patches of purple already stained his knuckles. He was hungry for a fight. He was desperate.
“We wouldn’t dream of protecting ourselves against delinquents,” one of your Socs sneered.
Dallas stepped to the side of Ponyboy’s older brother, Darry, and puffed his chest. He was goading the Socs. You could almost see the steam pouring out of his ears.
“You deserve all of the hurt you’re about to get,” he seethed.
Your fellow Soc gritted his teeth. You saw the muscles straining in his neck, how his jaw tightened, how his eyes gleamed dangerously.
“Good thing your parents’ll be able to pay for your hospital bills,” Dallas stated.
The Soc couldn’t take it any longer. He pounced without say, but Dallas was ready.
The rumble was on.
A Greaser took you by surprise, slugging your shoulder and causing your dominant arm to go numb. His gray eyes flickered, and his grin widened. You did your best to protect yourself, jabbing at his stomach and dodging behind him, kicking the back of his knees. He was strong, though, too tall and too stocky for you to stand a real chance. A snicker escaped him as he landed another punch to your jaw, and you realized who this Greaser was.
Ponyboy had told you stories about the guy who could get out of any business with the fuzz. How he was still a junior at eighteen and a half. How he could brighten up anyone’s day with a joke. As he decorated you with dark colors, you wished you had gotten to know that side of him.
“Two-Bit!” you heard someone shriek. “You’re pummeling a body! Take a real challenge over here.”
That was Ponyboy talking, you perceived leisurely. Two-Bit gave you one last shove, and you stumbled to the ground, receding to your knees. But the male was gone when you peered back up.
By now your body was throbbing in multiple places. The side of your head hurt. You saw yourself curl your fingers, but didn’t feel it. There was a burning sensation in your shoulder.
“Y/N,” a hushed voice said.
Ponyboy was suddenly right beside you. You gazed at him and did your best to hide your smile. He didn’t do the same, but instead put his hand behind your head and repositioned you onto your back, grabbing the collar of your shirt to keep you from falling. At this angle, it looked like he was looming over you, spewing threats. But his eyes were soft and his lip was already bleeding.
“Stay low,” he instructed. “I don’t know how long this will last. This has been building up for months. Both sides are fired up,” he admitted.
“It’s alright,” you told him. “I’m fine. You should go, before someone realizes what you’re doing.”
Ponyboy grimaced, but laid your head on the grass gently.
“I’m sorry I let you fall for me,” he whispered.
You weren’t hurt bad, but your mind was slow, and you told him that he hadn’t let you fall. That he set you down gingerly.
Ponyboy frowned and opened his mouth to speak, although another voice rang out. A Greaser compelled him back to the fight, but he kissed the top of your hand as you had done to him only hours before. Then he bolted away.
Smut. One-shot (there’s so much more than just the face riding omg). The whole evening’s been clouded by some very exciting tension, and you just can’t wait to resolve it.
You and Minghao were making dinner after a day filled with assignments and practice, both of you slightly tense but willing to let go when it came to each other, in more ways than one.
“Y/N, can you pass me the oil?” Minghao asked from in front of the stove, and you quickly reached for the glass bottle and brought it to him. His hand landed partially on top of yours around the bottle and stayed there for a bit longer than would’ve been natural, and the quick jolt of electricity that ran down your spine almost made you gasp; Minghao’s hooded eyes and the way his lower lip was caught between his teeth hardly did anything to ease your breathing or the fast beating of your heart. And just like that, the moment was gone, as Minghao smiled warmly and finally tugged at the bottle lightly, and you let go of it. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” you breathed, slowly returning to the task at hand, which meant chopping vegetables, as much as your thoughts were completely elsewhere - was it only you or was there a sense of tension hanging around the two of you? Not the kind that made you feel conscious of everything you said and did in fear of how the other would react, but the kind that made you bubble with anticipation. And okay, maybe it did make you conscious of everything you said and did, but only because you just knew that the other one was paying a lot of the good kind of attention to it.
Trying to shrug it off, you and Minghao continued cooking the dinner and once it was ready, sat down to eat. Everything seemed normal, if you didn’t take into account the way Minghao was scanning you almost hungrily, or the way your eyes lingered on his parted lips and collarbones and your mind went through how both of those felt against your lips.
Okay, now maybe it wasn’t as normal as you thought it to be, but still.
While you did the dishes, you kept stealing glances at your boyfriend; the veins on his arms, his slender fingers, his tight jeans hugging his legs, his slim figure, the defined jawline, his dark brown, beautifully shaped eyes staring intently into yours…
You jolted and dropped the sponge you were using to wash the dishes, and Minghao snickered. “You were completely in your own world.”
“Can you blame me?” you huffed, cheeks heating up at getting caught checking him out that blatantly. Minghao licked his lips slowly, running his own eyes up and down your body, too, which he had actually done quite a few times while doing the dishes, without you realizing, of course.
“Not really,” he said by your ear, and the tickling of his hot breath on your sensitive skin made you shiver. It would’ve been a lie if you had said you weren’t anticipating the moment the two of you would finally have nothing to do besides each other.
Before you’d get that far, though, you wanted to shower, and Minghao innocently (although you could hear in his voice that he was actually far from innocent with his suggestions) suggested that you’d have one together, “to save time”. You had long before discovered that it was rare for you two to actually save time if you showered together, mainly because you kept getting distracted by either touching each other or just fooling around, but you found yourself nodding readily either way.
If the sexual tension wouldn’t wash away or at least ease down a little during the shower in one way or another, you’d give up.
The water was warm when you stepped underneath it, Minghao following suit with his hands immediately finding their way to your waist while bringing his mouth close to your right ear. “Did you feel the tension, too?”
You sighed as you leaned against Minghao, reaching to the back of his neck with one of your hands as you tilted your head and leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw. “How could I not?”
Minghao let out a low chuckle and mumbled a husky “Good point” before leaning down to kiss you square on the lips while his hands began moving from your waist, one of them sliding up to your breasts and one down to your thighs. With one hand squeezing your mound gently and catching your nipple between his forefinger and middle finger, he teased your inner thighs with the merest tips of his fingers, grinning against your lips when he could feel you shiver under his touch and breathe heavily against his mouth.
“About time we do something about it, then, no?” Minghao asked with a teasing hint in his tone as he broke away from the kiss, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your thigh as they dragged upwards, towards your already aching heat. “I just really want your legs around my head.”
You snorted at the choice of words, only to let out a quiet whimper when Minghao dragged one of his slender fingers along your slit. Unable to hold yourself back from grinding against the digit, you moved your hand up Minghao’s neck and tugged lightly at his brown hair upon reaching it, making him gasp quietly. A small grin spread to your lips. “Let’s get this shower over and done with and you’ll get that. …And a lot of other things.”
He grinned while dipping his finger flat into your wetness, sliding it up slowly and making you buck against his hand when his fingertip reached your sensitive clit. “That was in my plans.”
The shower proceeded with lots and lots of kisses, some more quick and sweet and some so full of hunger and tongue that you considered just getting down to it there and then. However, whenever that thought popped to your mind, you remembered what Minghao had said he wanted, which was essentially eating you out, and the mere thought of his tongue massaging your clit and his lips wrapping around it was more than enough to keep you from giving in to the temptation.
Once you were out of the shower, you both dried yourselves with your towels half-heartedly, only wanting to get to your double bed as fast as possible.
Minghao took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked at you with a lopsided grin on his face, his eyes slowly travelling from your lustful eyes down to your hardened nipples and your thighs, pressed tightly together. He could feel his cock twitch a bit at the sight that he found absolutely gorgeous, and he swallowed.
“Come on, Y/N,” he said, moving one hand smoothly on his thigh as an invitation. You chuckled quietly and shook your head.
“Won’t you lie down first?” you asked, voice sensual and low, which made Minghao’s Adam’s apple bob in anticipation and his erection only grow harder faster. He gave you an understanding nod as he moved more to the center of the bed and lied down; you bit your lip at the sight: he was looking straight into your eyes, his legs slightly parted and his cock hard and heavy against his stomach, his hands crossed behind his head. He looked so much like he was in control, yet he also looked all yours.
Not willing to waste another second, you walked to the bed and got on top of Minghao, sitting down on his thighs and running your hands slowly up and down his chest and stomach, smirking when he shivered under your touch.
“Y/N,” Minghao managed to hiss when you ran your thumbs over his nipples, and it was then that he shut his eyes tightly and brought his hands out from underneath his head, placing them on your hips instead.
“What?” you asked teasingly, sliding your thumbs over Minghao’s nipples a couple of more times before steadying your hands on his chest and moving yourself up on him, only to lower yourself on the underside of his cock and grind against him, letting out a quiet yet utterly satisfied moan at how good it felt.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his hips bucking up and his fingers digging into your skin in a way that made you sigh in pleasure. With how hard and needy he was and how deliciously wet you were on him, it was - again - difficult to keep his mind straight when he was oh so very tempted to just slide into you and have you ride him hard. Minghao’s voice broke a little when he said your name again, his arms shaky as he lifted you a little.
“Yes?” you asked teasingly, getting up on your knees and biting your lip at the sight of Minghao’s pre-cum staining his lower abdomen. He looked at you almost desperately and smoothed his hands over your thighs before swallowing and adopting a more serious look as he licked his lips slowly, making sure your eyes followed even the smallest movement of his tongue. You jolted a little with anticipation.
“If we don’t move on as soon as possible, we might have to leave the oral for next time. We don’t want to miss that opportunity tonight, do we?” he asked with a wicked grin, his plump lips left slightly parted even as his tongue disappeared back into his mouth. You shook your head hastily; no, you really did not want to miss out on that, not when you were as horny and needy for his mouth as you were now. As much as having his cock inside of you did sound absolutely amazing, his lips and tongue on you sounded even more so.
You moved up on him, first teasingly slowly, but the closer his face was, the faster you got, and soon you were standing on your knees right above his face, his eyes scanning your wet pussy almost gleefully while you moved one hand up to your chest to tease your nipples and stroked Minghao’s hair with the other. He licked his lips and ran his hands up and down your thighs, his eyes still intent on your most sensitive parts.
“Come on down,” Minghao said, voice thick with lust, and dragged his thumbs up your inner thighs as they found their way to your outer lips, spreading them open gently. A strangled moan came out, and you bit down on your lower lip. “God, you look good.”
You could feel your cheeks heat up even more than they already had, and a whine left your lips when Minghao teased you with his thumbs, moving them along your folds lightly before massaging slow circles into your clit, all the while eyeing you expectantly. Eventually you just couldn’t take it anymore, as much as you wanted to be a tease, and just began lowering yourself on his face.
Before you had even come down all the way, Minghao’s tongue was darting out of his mouth and his hands were moving to your ass, squeezing it lightly while he waited for you to be low enough for him to move his tongue around in your wetness. And once you were… oh, how tightly your fingers held his hair and how gorgeous the strangled moan that you let out sounded to him.
With a bit more encouragement from Minghao, you slowly let more of your weight fall on his face, your legs shaky as you felt the first swirls of his tongue around your pussy. He took his time exploring you, loud, wet sounds coming out as he did so, and you couldn’t help but move a little, grinding against his tongue and mouth altogether. He snickered, his hands kneading your ass.
“Are you feeling good?” he asked, giving your clit a couple of kisses before flattening his tongue against it. You quivered with a quiet mewl leaving your lips. “Me, too.”
Your breathing was getting heavier by the minute as Minghao continued working his magic on you, his tongue finally ending its exploration when he wrapped his lips around your clit. First it was only light, making you sigh as you caressed his scalp with your fingertips, but when he sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves gently with his tongue running over it, your face was scrunching up and loud moans were coming out uncontrollably, much to Minghao’s satisfaction.
Heck, if you weren’t weak for Minghao’s mouth, you didn’t know what you were. He grinned smugly against you while continuing his treatment on your clit, alternating between pressing his tongue against it and merely grazing it with the wet muscle while his lips were wrapped around it, at one moment only loosely and at another with some suction included, which was driving you crazy, and that was exactly how he loved seeing you.
“Please,” you whined, bucking your hips against Minghao’s mouth desperately while he rubbed your clit with his tongue while sucking on it lightly. He chuckled to himself and let your clit free, still sliding his tongue over it a few times before just blowing some cool air into it. You gasped at the sensation, and Minghao grinned when he felt your thighs tense on either side of his head. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, but whatever it was, Minghao only ate you out with more vigor - he had merely been getting started.
He pulled you better against himself, his hands firm on your ass as he held you, and all you could do was clench around nothing when you felt the passionate sucks on your clit, not to mention the way his tongue would massage circles into it fast enough to give you flashbacks of the last time you had used a vibrator on it. Similarly to the toy, too, Minghao’s tongue had you weak enough to be shaking above him, unsure if you wanted to buck against him or shy away from the almost torturous touch.
Minghao moaned quietly - although you still felt the vibrations painfully strongly - as more of your anticipation began flowing out, and he gave you a lick all the way from your dripping entrance to your swollen clit. You whined, tugging at his hair, and grinded against his mouth needily. Swollen and desperate to climax, you needed something, anything, to grant you just that. You threw your head back and touched your breasts while focusing on the way Minghao’s mouth felt on you, and all of it together was absolutely heavenly.
“You wanna come, babe?” Minghao asked, lapping at your juices before moving back up on you to kiss your clit, moving one of his hands up from your ass to your chest, pushing your hand away as he took one of your mounds into his hand and kneaded it a little. You let out a whimper that could, with some imagination, be imagined as a positive answer. Minghao swallowed hard, barely able to not touch his aching cock, and gave you a greedy, long lick with a flattened tongue, more than ready to have all of your release streaming down his throat. “Give it to me.”
You nodded, and after some quick adjusting by both you and Minghao, you began moving your hips back and forth on his face, your moans getting more frequent and rising in pitch with every little bit of friction that you got. Minghao moved his tongue with the expertise he had gained over the times he had eaten you out previously, sometimes with you riding his face or sitting on it, sometimes with you lying down on the bed with your legs wrapped tightly around his head as he brought you to your second orgasm with his tongue running over your clit relentlessly.
Biting your lip, you clenched your thighs a little as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, the pressure growing bigger with every movement of your hips, and it took you all of your will power to remain somewhat seated on Minghao’s face.
“Minghao, I’m gonna,” you whined, your voice breaking when Minghao rolled your nipple gently and grazed your clit lightly with his teeth before wrapping his soft, plump lips around it and sucking with just enough pressure to throw you over the edge as a shaking mess. You let go of his hair and lurched forward, both of your hands pressed flat on the mattress as you panted and rocked your hips needily against Minghao’s mouth, shaky moans slipping through your lips one after another. The sensitivity of your orgasm made it almost painful, but you wanted more.
“Wanna do another one?” Minghao asked, sensing your unspoken wishes, while lifting you a little and running his forefinger along your slit and dipping it into your core that was quick to hug it tightly. You nodded desperately and pushed against his finger, which made Minghao smirk. “You got it.”
You reached your second orgasm a lot faster, largely due to the sensitivity, but it felt just as good, if not better, as the previous one. Minghao’s never-ending greediness regarding tasting and hearing you was as present as ever, and whenever he scissored the two fingers he had eased into you and slid his tongue between them, you mewled.
Once you had come for the second time and Minghao had licked you clean and tapped your ass as a sign that he was done, you hissed while moving away from his head and sitting down next to it. Minghao looked up at you, his cheeks flushed and face glistening with your juices that he soon tried to gather with his tongue, only managing to get some off. You chuckled and ruffled his hair, mouthing a “Thank you” and getting a gentle squeeze on your thigh back from the male.
Moving your eyes down on him slowly, you were met with Minghao’s cock, red and hard and aching to be touched as it rested on the small pool of pre-cum on his lower abdomen. He followed your gaze and gave you a look that was almost innocent - almost.
“Wanna help me out?” he asked, bringing his own hand to his member and grunting at the contact it was finally getting. You moaned at that alone.
“Yes,” you were able to mumble before replacing his hand on his length with yours, occasionally joining it with your lips or the merest tip of your tongue. While he loved seeing you at your weakest, you loved making him suffer in the best ways possible, one of those being holding him at the base of his cock while you sucked on the tip of his cock with your tongue swirling around it, because that was one of the many things you knew would make him loud.
OOOH JIMON: "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" (make it a love declaration scene and i'll love you forever)
Simon is gonna be late to class, he just knows it. Three months being exclusively nocturnal have really ruined him for normal things like timetables, public transportation and traffic. He gets off on the next station and decides to walk the rest of the way.
Still. Despite his racing thoughts and irrational fear that his professor will hate him forever for being a few minutes late, he’s excited. He’s going back to school! He’ll take classes again and be bored beyond relief over static lectures and be looked down upon by much cooler classmates. Things will go back to something resembling normal.
Simon checks his phone again. Twelve minutes until his class begins. He could use his vampire speed, but the streets are busy and swarming with people. That’d be a little hard to explain. He takes a deep breath and takes wider steps.
Summary: Soulmate AU. Some people went their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmates. You were one of the lucky ones, to have found and fallen in love with the owner of the initials tattooed on your hip. When your soulmate’s best friend struggles to deal with a tragedy in his own life, you discover that you might not have been as lucky as you thought.
Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not MMF)
Warnings: (Series, not specifically this chapter: bad language, unprotected sex or sexual situations, drinking/alcoholism, drug use, violence, cheating, references to death, mutilation and trauma, maybe more.)
This wasn’t what you had in mind when Bucky said ‘stupid.’ Stupid was stealing shopping carts or drinking before noon. Stupid was making asses of yourselves in a public setting. This, however, was a new kind of stupid- an illegal kind of stupid.
“You look nervous,” Bucky laughed, raising both eyebrows as a form of a challenge. You didn’t relent, however, still looking around nervously as Bucky tugged on the handles of the glass doors, testing them. Cupping his hands around his eyes, he looked into the building, nose an inch from the glass.