Hi sweetheart! I read your writing on 1dsexualfrustrations and you are really talented! You did misuse quite a few words, but i can see you going far with it! My only little tip is that a clit is a little bean-shaped area of nerves in the vagina, and it isn't the same as the actual vagina and you cant go into it, as you wrote. Keep writing, I'd like to see more of you! :)
HOLY ARE YOU SERIOUS THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THIS I LEARNED SOMETHING NEW AND YOU HAVE HELPED MY IMPROVE MY WRITING YOU’RE TOO AMAZING OH MY GOD
i literally didnt do anything this past two weeks i am very sorry i'm not doing the imagines my life is so craaazzy (what a cheap ass excuse sorry :(((( ) but yeah REALLY SORRY TO THOSE WHO ASKED I ALWAYS DO THIS ARG
#stalking your account CAN DANI JUST REQUEST A BUNCH MORE LIKE OMFG THAT WAS THE BEST CONCEPT AND I LOVED IT AND YOU WROTE IT WELL AND WHOOPS THERE GO MY PANTIESS
I LITERALLY CRIED I AM THE WORST I CAN’T EVEN PROMISE TO WRITE SMUT I BASICALLY A FAILURE TO YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN BOTHER TO REQUEST ANYTHING I AM SO SORRY I DIDN’T EVEN WRITE THE REQUESTS AND PEOPLE ARE SO NICE WHICH MAKES IT SO WORST IT’S SO SO SO SO SOS OS SI SO SAD FOR ME TO BE SO SORRY I AM SORRY SO SOSOSOSOSOSSO SORRY YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME AND I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN TO WRITE SUCH A LONG ASS APOLOGY BECAUSE I GOOD BE WRITING THE SMUT NOW SO I AM SORRY I AM JUST REALLY???????? RIGHT NOW
THAT ISNT EVEN AN EMOTION I AM SORRY
DON T I CANT I AM FREAKING SORRY
i swear to god i would trade my soul for a wish pennies and dimes for a kiss OF DEATH THIS I AM SORRY SO SO SUCH SORRY SUCH SORRY
#079: He gives you his jacket while you're freezing, but he's cold so...
…he puts his hands underneath your bra.
Woahhhhhhhhhhhh, wattpad request heck yes~!
Zayn: "Want my jacket?" Zayn can’t help but ask. Not bothering to hear your response, he heaves off his coat, beading the warmness on your body. "Thanks, Zayn," you couldn’t help smile, even though this was a cliche couple moment. “Don’t mention it,” he chirps, “anything for my girl.” But he was shivering, like you were a couple of minutes ago. “Do you want your jacket back?” “No, no,” he shakes his head, mumbling, “I just need to be warm.” An idea pops into your head, as you grab his hand. “What are you doing?” Zayn raises an eyebrow, finding his hand underneath your shirt. “You’ll be warm,” you mutter, your cheeks tint with red - from the cold and embarrassment. “Well, thanks,” he muses, kissing the top of your head. Another cliche moment. But then you felt it. His hand was wandering up. “What are you doing?” you falter, feeling his thumb graze your skin inside one of the cups of your bra. “I think it would be warmer up here,” Zayn tells, tucking all his fingers underneath your bra. “And it is. It totally is,” he smiles.
Liam: Liam urges a laugh out, tugging off his jacket before dropping it onto your shoulders. “Thanks,” you mutter, feeling abash that he laughed because you didn’t bring your own jacket. “No problem,” he smiles, before frowning. “Wait, now I’m cold,” he scoffs jokingly. “Thanks a lot, [Y/N].” “Well, I can’t give you my jacket, it’s very warm.” “I’m starting to regret giving you that,” Liam quivers, tucking his hands underneath his armpits. He slowly smiles, an idea coming into his head. A hand places onto your hip, his hand moving up into your shirt. “Liam,” your eyes broaden, “not now.” “No,” he laughs, shaking his head, “I just wanna try something.” His cold hand feels uncomfortable against your warm skin, his fingers itching up to your bra. Two fingers move under your bra, a new kind of warmness feels to Liam, as his fingers remain there. “What if someone sees us?” you whisper to him, a smirk plays on his lips. “So? At least we’re both warm here.”
Louis: "You’re shivering," he says the obvious, because I think you’d be cold when you’re wearing nothing but a short-sleeved shirt on a windy day. "Take my jacket," Louis mumbles, his hands pull off his coat, giving it to you. You hesitate, because after all you didn’t want him to feel cold. "I’ll be fine," he assures, cracking a smile when you take it. "Thank you," you acknowledge, pulling the hood over your head. Ah. Your eyes widen as you feel a pair of hands scroll up underneath your shirt. “L-louis,” you stammer, his body behind yours, hands tugging into your bra. “I need to be warm, too,” he smirks, slowly frowning, “but this damn bra is in the way. Why do you wear it when I’m around?” Your cheeks heat up, because having your boyfriend feel you up in public will do that to you. “Louis…” “Don’t tell me you’re already wet? We just got here,” Louis teases with a laugh. “Oh, alright,” he removes his hands away, taking your hand instead. “Let’s go home, so I can put my hands to better use.”
Harry: Your hands rub your bare arms, trying to keep you warm. “I can’t believe you didn’t bring a sweater or something,” Harry retorts, zipping down his own jacket. “You’re very lucky I love you,” he tells you, pulling off his jacket and giving it to you. “Harry, it’s alright…” He gives you a stern look, proceeding to give you the jacket. Fine. You put it on, feeling the warm feeling he gave off when he was wearing it. “You’re welcome,” Harry rebuts, nudging you with a grin. “Thanks, Harry.” He quickly frowns, stating, “Now, I’m cold.” “What am I suppose to do about it?” you joke, but stop when his hands pull under the shirt. “Harry!” “At least I’m not freezing,” he chuckles, tugging your shirt a bit higher up. “People are here!” “Let ‘em see,” he hotly whispers. “They’ll know that we’re not cold and aren’t bored.” His thumb draws circles on the sensitive skin under your bra, your breathing hitches at his actions. “Stop doing that,” Harry groans, “or else we’re going home.”
Niall: He lets out a chuckle, the frost of his breath is seen thanks to the cold weather. “It’s almost December,” Niall quips, noticing that no coat was upon your body. “You, [Y/N], are very stupid,” he jokes, shrugging off his own coat and plopping it on your shoulders. You give him a nod, the heated coat instantly making you warm. Thank you for cute boys with jackets. “Ugh.” You look to him, the skin peaking out became immediately cold. “You okay?” “I’d be better,” Niall flutters with a small laugh, “if I was warm.” “Your jacket—” “Nooo,” he rolls his eyes, “keep it. Looks good on you.” You blush, countering, “But I can’t leave you cold.” “Well,” Niall muses, “there is one thing you could do.” “What?” “Your shirt. It’s pretty warm under it, isn’t it?” “Y-yes?” “My hands; can I put them under your shirt?” “I guess.” So he does it. And without warning, his hands move up - you know where he’s at - and tucks it under your bra. “I thought you were just going to be under the shirt,” you frown. “Yeah,” Niall shrugs, “but this feels much warmer.”
hi could you do me a zayn smut where we are really angry at each other(he is my bf) and the fight results into soething so wild that i throw something at him and he chases me and e takes his revenge on me? please tell me if you'll do it
i guess lol sounds like a pretty plot
but i always procrastinate so i don’t know if i could do it
and that goes for the other smut i promised to do :(
#078: His hand goes under your shirt while you're asleep. [His P.O.V.]
A/N: wattpad request?????? okay and in his p.o.v.!
Louis: "You awake?" My voice sounded raspy when I heard it, but oddly she didn’t say anything. "[Y/N]?" Nothing. From her closed eyes and the snores that came out of her mouth, I’m taking a guess that she fell asleep. I chuckle, moving up to press a small kiss on her cheek, when I notice it. No bra. I may not be a ‘boob’ specialist or anything, but when a girl’s nubs can be seen under her shirt, it definitely screams out no bra. I hesitate for a second, but I go for it. Sneaking into her tank-top, I stay still when she begins to move, sighing in relief as she settles down. The thumb of my hand brushes her nipple, earning a tiny grunt out her lips from it. I began massaging softly and I bet, even in her sleep, she was wet. I let a small pinch before resting my hand in between her breasts. “Thanks [Y/N],” I muse before drifting off to sleep.
Zayn: "I can’t sleep," I groan, nestling my head into the crook of her neck. Hearing no response, I laugh, pressing my lips onto her neck. "I guess you’re asleep though,” I urge a sigh, my grip on her waist easing as I notice something. She’s only wearing a t-shirt on. I roll my eyes at her laziness, but honestly, that’s hot. My hand slides under the fabric, feeling her smooth skin against my fingers. Her breathing quickens, before returning back to her calm state. “Cute.” My hand slides to her front - not there - but to her tummy. I move up higher, finding her nub straight away. Playing with her breast, I hear a small moan urge out of her lips. “Zayn…,” [Y/N] mumbles, her hand tugs the arm that’s teasing her. “Go to sleep, you pervert." I lightly laugh, my eyes shut tight. And I did go to sleep - with my hand still in her shirt.
Liam: Bundling closer to her body, my arms stiffen around her waist. She was sleeping - very heavily - and I bet an earthquake couldn’t wake her up. I play with the hem of her shirt, feeling the skin that covered her hips. Smooth. That’s what I thought, letting my hand wander the skin under her shirt. [Y/N] shifts in her sleep, I guess, from my touch. My laugh breathes out as I remain touching her, to her - well - boob. It startled me at first when I had nudged it, totally forgetting that girls had boobs. But I didn’t care after that. I tackled it - with love - kneading her breast. Of course, she let out a few moans; I did. too. She was stunning in this sight. Her breathing uneven, as if she was awake right now, about to cum. “Babe?” I blink a couple times, noticing that she’d woken up. “Yes?” “G’night.” She didn’t even notice my hand in her shirt. “Good night,” I chuckle, because it was.
Harry: Her chest rose higher each time she took a breath, small snores utter away from her lips. [Y/N]’s hair sprawls out on her pillow - and somehow always ends up itching my face - her face away from me as we spooned. Everything was pretty great; except for the fact that I couldn’t sleep. It was 2:49! And here, we have [Y/N], who was out in a flash once we came onto bed. Slowly slipping my hand into her shirt - which, apparently, is my shirt - I rub circles onto her skin, moving to her stomach. And then to, well you guessed it. Her breasts. My teeth connect with my bottom lip, while my hand squeezes one of them. I hear her mumble in her sleep, feeling her squirm under my touch. Squeezing her again, she gasps - and I know that she’s awake - before saying, “Can’t sleep?” I let a sheepish laugh, uttering a ‘yes.’ But she ends up falling back to sleep, as I continue to tease her.
Niall:Was she sleeping? I prop myself on my elbows, away from her curved body, taking a glance at her face. She was. A smile creeps on my lips as I watch her, her eyes shut away from mine and her lips part as she breath. I return back to where I was, wrapping my hand around her stomach to push her to me. And then I did it. Placing my hand inside her shirt, her skin was warm compared to my cold fingers, making her shiver as I touch her. With my hand on her breast, I squeeze it, hearing her groan from my touch. I smile to myself before continuing. Her nub hardens, as I couldn’t stop my moan from urging out. Damn it, [Y/N]. Palming her breast slightly, she doesn’t do anything else. Well, at least that’s what I thought. “Niall?” she laughs. “Next time you’re horny, please don’t take it on me.” I blush, silent until she falls asleep. My hand stays in her shirt and it stays that way all night.
louis is literally the cutest thing ever he has that cute little smile that makes his eyes go all crinkley and he has pretty eyes that shine all bright and such a nice sweet sounding voice wow hes so lovely and cute
niall horan is my favourite because whenever he asks for privacy he does it in such a nice way and makes sure he doesn’t offend anyone or upset anyone and lets them know he doesn’t like their behaviour in a polite way, he’s such a nice boy
#077: He gets horny and you guys have a make-out session.
A/N: yoooo, requested by an anon xx! I DIDN’T PROOF READ THIS SORRY
Louis: His smooth lips graze against your jaw, your body tensing up. “L-louis,” you stammer, “I’m trying to watch the movie.” “Well,” he whispers against your skin, “I’m not.” Without a warning, Louis turns off the television with the click of the remote, his lips returning to your skin. “You’re cute.” “I’m not cute,” Louis laughs, “I’m actually horny, baby.” Lips attack yours, being urgent and lustful. His tongue peaks into your mouth, asking for entrance - which you accept, of course - acting willing as he was horny. Your eyes blink open once he moves off the couch, his head moving close to your ear. “I need you, baby,” Louis pleads, his lips grin with relief as you climb off the couch. “Don’t need to say it twice,” you tease, running away and up the stairs to the room, his body following behind. “I’m literally two seconds away from ripping your clothes off,” his voice trails off, becoming into a whisper. “Fucking hot.”
Liam: "Stop, stay," Liam urges, his fingers tug your arm, his grip tightening. "I’ve got to change," you laugh, hauling the blanket around your body up higher. "I prefer that you stay that way," his lips crook into a smile, as your eyes looked down onto the duvet wrapped around your body. You remember the intimate moment you both had shared earlier, your cheeks tinting with red. His hand pulls you back into bed, Liam’s body shifts closer to yours - then on top - pressing a kiss to your swollen lips. Liam’s eyes shut slowly, his lips moving against yours - along with his bare crotch grinding yours - you moan, your breathing becomes heavier. “Liam, Liam,” you grumble, uttering another mini moan. “You’re making me…” “Wet? Good.” His tongue begs for entrance into yours, hearing his sigh when you decline - which only took him farther. “Enough with the kissing,” he says, “I want you more than ever.”
Niall: "Has anyone ever told you how hot you look?" Your hands press the towel closer to your body, his eyes ogling your figure - a smirk plays on his lips. You laugh, trailing your eyes down to avoid his stare. "From you, then yes.” Niall beams, pushing himself away from the door and towards you. “Because it’s true,” he retorts, lowering his voice, “You’re too hot.” His fingers tuck themselves into your towel, the soft tips tickling your skin - making you horny as he was - but he didn’t bother to drop the towel…yet. Urging a small smile, his lips press into your lips; and since it seemed more hesitant than his other kisses, you found it more sexy. Without breaking your kiss, he pushes you both onto the bed. You become a bit disappointed when Niall’s lips leaves yours - but just for a second, only a second - as he mumbles, “You’re wearing too much clothes. Better take it off. Now.”
Harry:"Horny?" You scoff faintly, while you roll your eyes. "Harry, you’re always horny.” His reply was a mere shrug, his bold smile breaches in, as he mumbles, “Happens whenever you’re around, babe.” You blush slightly, parting your lips to say something before his lips connects to yours. Harry’s fingers wrap around the back of your neck - so you couldn’t leave - while he deepens the kiss. The kiss makes your knees weak, sending tingles down your spine. God, this boy. Without noticing, his hands tug underneath your shirt - not to do anything, yet - which are just pressed against your warm back. “So soft,” he chuckles, “but would be better without this damn shirt in the way.” Harry muses, slowly letting go of your lips - to which you groan in frustration - as he speaks, “I’m guessing I’m not the only horny one? Which is good, makes it more easier to get to the bedroom - let’s go now.”
Zayn: "Kiss me," he utters; the smell of mint breathes out his mouth, his eyes shutting away from yours. Daringly pressing your lips to his, Zayn’s hands grip your waist, pulling you to decrease the space between your bodies. "You’re teasing me," Zayn groans, as you continue to nibble his lower lip with your teeth. His breathing enhances, as he boldly pushes you onto the bed you both sat on earlier, making you stop the ‘teasing.’ You found him returning back to your lips, becoming more passionate because he was - in fact - horny. "Hmh," you kiss him back harder, the grasp of his hands tightening. His musky skin of his fingers teasingly draw circles on the fabric of your hips. "Looks like you’re the real teaser,” you say, once you depart from his swollen mouth. Zayn replies with a lip bite, his lips uttering to say something, which was: “Looks like you’re about to be fucked.”