This is where You will find my works specified to the vamps. Specialise in smut week. Requests are Closed. I post the following; Preferences, A.U's, Imagines & Oneshots. Smut or Not.
You quietly pulled open the front door to your boyfriend James' house. You just had gotten back from a vacation to Hawaii with your family and you thought it would be nice to surprise him. Something didn’t really feel right to you though; the house was dead silent. Usually the T.V. would be on or music blaring throughout the house, though James could have been out with the rest of the band, so you felt somewhat better. You slipped off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen.
Deciding to make a nice yet simple lunch for the both of you, you gathered all the ingredients to make a sandwich. While you waited for the bread to heat up, you heard something. Something that sounded like… moaning? Walking up the stairs, the sounds kept getting louder and louder, finally leading you towards James' bedroom. You opened the door slightly, regretting the decision immediately. Right in front of you was the James with another girl. Your eyes filled up with tears immediately. “James?” You choked out. James suddenly stopped thrusting and froze. You heard him swear and quickly put on his clothes. You noticed him trying to hide all the things that belonged to the mystery girl.
"Y/N! Hey there! I didn’t know you were coming back today." James said nervously. He motioned for the girl to leave, the both of you watched her gather her things and rushed out the door.
"I thought it would be nice but obviously you kept yourself busy." You sneered. You felt heartbroken. Why would he do this to you? All you wanted to do right now was just crawl into your bed and cry.
"Listen, it isn’t what it looked like. I swear! She just randomly came here and just put herself all over me! I don’t even know how she knows where I live, I’ve only seen at her at a few parties. Please Y/N, be understanding." He explained.
"Be understanding? How the fuck can I be understanding that my boyfriend decided to cheat on me? James, that doesn’t make any sense!" You yelled. You violently wiped your eyes and glared at him.
"Let me just ask you something, how long has this been going on for?" You whispered. James closed his eyes in frustration and took a deep breath.
"A month…" He said. You could hear the guilt in his voice. Honestly it killed you, you just wanted to forgive him but you couldn’t.
"I can’t believe you." You said before walking out the door.
~*~*~*~
It had been several weeks since you had seen James and you were really starting to miss him. He had tried to call many times, but you never answered; you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. If you were being honest with yourself, you would have liked nothing more than to drive straight to James' house and take him back right then. You knew you couldn’t do that though, not after what he had done. A point needed to be made that if he wanted to be with you, this sort of thing was completely unacceptable.
When you pulled open the door later that night, the last thing you were expecting to see was a rain-soaked, somber-faced James Mcvey, yet there he was, taking a deep breath before beginning to speak.
“Y/N, I-“
“Come inside first, it’s pouring.” You cut him off shortly, noticing now how tired he looked. The skin around his eyes was dark and stretched tight; he looked like he hadn’t slept since you had last seen him.
Once James had shrugged off his dripping jacket and you were both settled on the couch, he resumed talking where he had left off.
“What I did, it was just…just disgusting. I can’t believe I did that to you; I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. I won’t even try to make any excuses for this, because it was completely inexcusable and I’m so, so sorry. If you don’t ever want to see me again I understand, because I have no one to blame but myself. This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and it has probably cost me the love of my life. I can’t believe I fucked up so bad.”
He exhaled shakily with dampening eyes.
“If you want me to leave now, I will. I just needed a chance to tell you how sorry I am and how much I regret doing something so horrible to you. You don’t deserve that.”
The sincerity in James' voice was overwhelming. You took a deep breath as you processed what he had said.
“James… I still love you. Nothing you could do would ever change that. I just don’t know how I could trust you ever again after this.” You stated, eyes downcast and posture slouched.
“I’m willing to do anything and everything to prove myself to you, Y/N.”
“One last chance is all you get, alright?” you warned with a raised finger. “I won’t be so quick to take you back next time.”
The hints of a smile tugged at the corners of James' mouth. “There won’t be a next time, I swear it on my life. You can only make this big of a mistake once. I love you too much.”
“I love you, too.”
Your murmured reply was nearly lost between you and James' lips as you tugged him down to kiss you, firm and purposeful yet still sweet at the same time. It had been simply too long since you had felt this and you sighed deeply into his embrace while climbing into his lap. You could feel his hands in your hair and his chest against yours in an instant as he kissed you. The two of you stayed like this for a while, lips moving with intent and hands stroking each other gently.
“You’re all wet,” you commented against his lips and he chuckled.
“Couldn’t get my car to start; had to walk all the way here. As you may have guessed, it’s practically a mini tornado out there.” James' whispered response came with a bright grin, and you smiled back in a way that you hadn’t for weeks now.
“Hey…” you began mischievously, a suggestion coming to mind. “What do you say we go get a little more wet?”
James looked a bit confused but nodded his assent and allowed you to take his hand and lead him to your destination: the bathroom.
James' eyes finally lit up with realization as you stopped in front of the shower.
“Shower sex?? I’ve been talking about doing this for like, ever!!” he exclaimed happily, grinning from ear to ear.
“I know,” you beamed in reply, “but we never got around to doing it. Until now, that is,” you added with a wink.
He chuckled and you started undressing as the banter between you continued. Once you were both naked, James turned on the shower. The water reached a warm, steamy temperature that fogged up the mirrors and made the thick air hang heavily on your shoulders. James slid back the glass door and stepped inside, reaching his hand out to lead you in behind him.
You felt yourself being pulled against James immediately as the spray of water began covering your skin and dripping from your hair in thick streams. His warm lips met yours as his arms found their way around your waist. His kisses were just light pecks at first, but quickly grew deeper and rougher until he had you moaning unabashedly into his mouth.
You moved downwards, sucking marks onto his neck and collarbones as your hands roamed his torso. Then, you dropped to your knees in front of him. James bit his lip and stared down at you as you nipped at his hipbones and trailed your fingers up and down his thighs. His dick was hard and heavy in front of you, so you took the tip into your mouth, grinning internally at James answering breathy sigh. Sealing your lips tight and giving a hard suck made James' hips jerk forward slightly, entering further into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down rhythmically with James' hands gently guiding you as his breathing picked up.
After a while you pulled off with a slight smack, placing a final kiss on the shiny red tip before climbing back onto your feet. James reeled you in for another kiss as your wet bodies slid easily against one another. He wrapped his hands around your upper arms, giving a push gentle enough not to hurt you, but with enough force behind it to pin you against the shower wall. You gasped at the sudden coldness against your back as James pressed up against you again, his tattooed arms on either side of you keeping you in place (as if you’d ever even dream of moving). His hands quickly found their way between your legs and slipped in between your folds, growling lowly as he felt the wetness there that wasn’t just from the shower.
“Fuck, you want it so bad, huh?” he breathed seductively in your ear as his thumb circled your clit teasingly. You nodded quickly and pushed your hips into his touch, trying to get him to give you more.
“C’mon then, babe, tell me how much you need it.”
Your stomach twisted tightly at the sound of his voice and you swallowed thickly, trying to remember how to speak.
“James, please,” you whimpered shakily, but he shook his head.
“Not good enough.”
James' tongue was on your neck now, licking sloppily but oh-so-good, and it was extremely hard to think as you struggled for words and squirmed against the cool, wet tile wall.
“Please, I need you so bad… need you to fuck me, James, please fuck me right now, please
Your cheeks reddened slightly from how desperate your begging sounded, but you had little time to dwell on it because James was quickly picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing into you without further ado. You moaned, long and down-out, as James bit your neck sharply.
A relieved, “Fuck yes,” escaped your lips as he filled you up and rocked into you gently. The water around you made everything that much more hot and slick, the feeling of it trickling down your sensitive skin was sinful. James groaned and murmured into the crook of your neck.
“God, so tight, so perfect.”
“Harder, baby, please,” you encouraged and tightened your legs around him. A loud yelp erupted from your mouth as James slammed into you hard; it was exactly what you needed. James kept up the quick, deep pace as he fucked into you roughly, making you pant and cry out when he found your G-spot. Once he located it, he drilled into that spot repeatedly, and you felt the burning in your stomach surge in response.
Tanned hands began pinching at your nipples gently as a warm pink tongue flicked at your earlobe. Once one of James' hands moved to your clit to rub in hard, fast circles, the sensations became too intense and you began tightening around his length, orgasm approaching quickly.
“James, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna- “ you cut off with a harsh cry as you saw stars, James' busy hands and continuous thrusts drawing out your high and making you shake uncontrollably in his arms while James whispered encouragingly in your ear. He came not long after you, groaning with his mouth slack and head tilted back.
James slowly released you from his grip and you stood up again, pulling his face down to kiss you deeply.
“I missed you,” he murmured and you mumbled your agreement. After kissing and holding each other close for a while, you took a proper shower together before climbing into bed and falling asleep in the other’s arms, just like it should be.
You woke up at 4 in the afternoon feeling groggy. It was the nearly hangover-like feeling of having cried yourself to sleep; your cheeks were still a bit sticky with the evidence. You lied there in the warm sheets for a moment, allowing yourself to wallow in self-pity a bit, before begrudgingly swinging your legs over the side of the bed and trudging across the carpeted bedroom floor.
You groaned to no one in particular at the bathroom light that seemed far too bright when you flipped the switch, brushed your teeth, and splashed some water on your face. There was a pair of wadded-up sweat pants on the floor next to your dresser that appeared clean enough, so you pulled those on over the underwear you had slept in and wandered into the kitchen.
The loud growl that sounded from your stomach gave you a not-so-subtle reminder that you were extremely hungry. You easily convinced yourself that pop tarts were a perfectly appropriate meal at 4 P.M and plopped down on the couch in the living room with the silver-wrapped pastries and a bottle of water. The sugary-sweetness of your extremely nutritious food choice made you feel a bit better as you idly surfed through the channels on the T.V, at least until the memory of last night’s events decided to pop up and rain on your parade.
Fighting wasn’t usually something you and your boyfriend did much of, but lately, things had been different. It just seemed like Connor was always away somewhere: on tour, in the studio, or any of the other places being in a successful band brought you. You knew that it was Connor’s job and what he loved doing more than practically anything else, and you tried your best to be understanding of that. You were only human, though, and sometimes it was hard not to be a little bothered by how it seemed that everyone was getting to spend time with your boyfriend but you.
You had confessed all of this to Connor after he had asked why you seemed so irritable lately, and he was very understanding about it, making you feel even guiltier about your selfish attitude. You mentally put yourself in line, reminding yourself about how much the band meant to Connor, and assured him that it wasn’t bothering you anymore. He promised you that the next night he and the band had decided to leave the studio at six P.M instead of so late at night like they usually did when things were going well because they needed a break, so the two of you could go out to a nice restaurant and spend the evening doing whatever you wanted.
This news made you feel a lot better, and you found yourself growing more and more excited as the next day went on. You picked out a necklace Connor had gotten you for your birthday and your favourite dress to wear to dinner. At 5:59 you were sitting on the couch, more than ready to go and eager for Connor to get home. When the clock on the wall reached 6:30, you were a bit irritated that he hadn’t arrived yet, but you figured he had just gotten distracted in the studio and decided to brush it off. However, the time stretched on and Connor was still nowhere to be found. The television was on but you were only half paying attention, mostly you were just growing angrier and angrier that he hadn’t shown up yet. He finally stumbled through the door at 12 P.M, and you turned away from the T.V to glare at him.
“What the fuck, Connor. I thought we were going to dinner! You could have at least called to tell me you weren’t going to come, instead of leaving me waiting here all night.”
“Sorry, babe,” he slurred drunkenly, and you bugged your eyes out at him.
“You’re wasted?! Fucking great! You just decided to ditch me to go party with your dumbass friends without even telling me? Real fucking nice, dude.”
Of course you were angry at him for showing up 6 hours late and drunk off his ass, but what really made your blood boil was that he didn’t even seem apologetic; he just continued to make excuses and try to brush you off. After yelling at each other for a good twenty minutes, you told him to just leave. He stormed out of the apartment and had to walk the several blocks back home in the dark, not that you cared at this point. You had gone upstairs and cried for hours, feeling hurt by Connor’s actions, but also extremely upset that you had fought because it was so unlike the two of you.
A knock at the door echoing through your apartment pulled you back to the present, and you shook your head to clear your thoughts. You weren’t expecting anyone today, so you figured there was only one person it could be. Discarding the T.V remote to your side, you rose to your feet with a sigh. You were tired and part of you didn’t feel like having to face your boyfriend right now, but you knew that making up with him would make you feel so much better (providing his apology was adequate), so you walked to the entrance and pulled open the door.
Sure enough, Connor was on the other side, His hand rubbing at his neck and holding a huge bouquet of flowers.
“Hey. These are, uh, for you.” He said after a moment’s pause, offering them to you with a hopeful smile.
“Wow,” you commented carefully, “These look…expensive.”
Connor’s face fell a bit as you spoke, so you quickly added, “And they’re beautiful,” at which he perked up considerably. You knew you needed to be forgiving, just not too easily. Connor needed to understand that he had really upset you so that he wouldn’t do it again next time, but you didn’t want to be too hard on him because you hated to see him look so sad.
“So, listen, I’m really sorry.” He stated when you had situated the flowers in a vase, and you nodded for him to continue.
“It was really thoughtless of me to forget about our date, I was just so caught up with the guys it slipped my mind.”
You quirked an eyebrow, at which he shook his head and quickly corrected himself.
“Not that that’s any excuse, of course. I promised you we would get to spend time together and that should have been at the forefront of my mind. Also, I’m so sorry I acted like a jerk about it when I got home. I seemed like I didn’t care or that I didn’t think it was a big deal, but I was just drunk and stupid and that’s not how I really feel about it at all.”
You nodded again and almost laughed at the obvious relief that appeared on his face when he realized he had said the right thing this time.
“I honestly feel awful, and I can promise you it will never happen again. Can you forgive me?” That hopeful little smile was back on Connor’s face, eyebrows pulling together and mouth quirking up just slightly.
You paused just a moment for dramatic effect before you caved, stiff posture slackening as you agreed.
“Of course I can, silly. It really hurt my feelings when you didn’t show up, but I understand that it was a mistake. Besides, I can never stay mad at you for too long with that stupidly adorable face of yours.”
Connor wrinkled his nose as you reached up to pinch his cheeks teasingly, but you could tell he was pleased you weren’t too angry with him and that things could get back to normal between you now.
“So uh, since we didn’t get to do go dinner last night, I was thinking maybe I could make it up to you tonight. I got us reservations for that new restaurant in town, any chance you’d like to go?”
Your mouth broke open into a huge grin at that.
“Oh my gosh, really? I’ve been wanting to go there so bad!”
He nodded, smiling at how excited you seemed. The reservations were for 8 o’clock, so you had an hour to get ready before it was time to go.
Dinner went as perfectly as it possibly could have. You both had gotten all dressed up since it was a pretty formal restaurant, and you had an amazing time. The food was great, Connor was great, and you were even happier now that you and Connor had made up quickly.
The end of the evening found you and Connor cuddled up on the couch in a fluffy blanket, a tub of your favorite ice cream that Connor had stopped to pick up for you in your hands and a cheesy romantic comedy on in the background. You scooped up a spoonful of the dessert and pushed it past Connor's lips, watching as he swallowed and made a pleased noise.
You turned your attention to the movie again but quickly found yourself watching Connor more often than the screen. His eyes scrunched up adorably when he laughed at the ridiculous lines, a light, breathy sound that made it completely impossible for you not to lean up and peck his cheek gently. When he turned to look at you the smile lingered in his reflective eyes, and he leaned down to kiss you back tenderly, fitting your lips together and sighing contentedly into your mouth. He hovered just above your lips for a moment as he whispered coyly, “Tastes like ice cream,” before pushing back in and kissing you more deeply this time.
Connor's hands were warm as they roamed along your torso, tracing patterns across your back and ghosting over your breasts lightly, causing your stomach to flutter. His touch crackled like electricity when he slid his hands under your shirt, feather-light touches tickling slightly and making you arch your back to bring him closer. You whined in protest as he pulled away from the kiss, but it quickly broke off into a moan when he attached his mouth to the base of your neck and began sucking a bruise there , breathing hot against your skin.
You felt fingers trace along the waistband of your pants teasingly before slowly dipping inside, causing you to shiver. You were on Connor’s lap now, arms settled on his shoulders while he kissed and bit at your neck, his fingers beginning to stroke at you gently through the fabric of your underwear. You could feel his growing erection against your ass and you rocked your hips down slowly, eliciting a quiet groan from your boyfriend. Finally, after what seemed like forever, He pushed your underwear to the side and slid a finger inside of you. You sighed breathily at the sensation and pushed your hips down to meet the gentle thrusts of his hand.
Connor added another finger soon after and used his thumb to rub at your clit gently, gradually increasing the pace and roughness as you bucked and moaned on top of him until you finally came, panting heavily and digging your fingers into his shoulders. His lips found yours as you slowly came down from your climax and reciprocated for Connor, tugging him free from his pants and jerking him off quickly and firmly until he spilled over your fingers with a broken moan.
You spent a while just kissing slowly after that, his hands cupping your face and thumbs stroking over your cheeks as you pressed your torso to his. Eventually you reluctantly broke apart and saw that it was getting very late, so Connor scooped you up and carried you to your bedroom, tucking you into the bed and curling up next to you. Warm arms twined around your waist and you sighed contentedly, drifting off to the sound of Connor murmuring sweet things to you in a hushed whisper.
I felt like a whale when I stepped out of the hospital and got into the car. I was more than happy about Y/D/N being born, but I wasn’t happy at all about how I looked. Before I got pregnant, I had a thigh gap, no stomach, and was considered underweight by most people. I was tall, so I looked a little skinnier than I really was. Then the weight started piling on. I had to eat while I was pregnant, there was no way I could starve myself and risk hurting the baby. So I ate. I gave into every weird craving I had and gained a lot of weight. The day I gave birth I figured all the weight would go away and I would be somewhat back to normal, but that wasn’t happening. I had stretch marks, stomach fat, and bigger thighs than I think I ever had in my life.
Brad pulled into the house and told me he would get Y/D/ N and all her stuff out of the backseat of the car, but I wasn’t in too much pain, so I grabbed her baby bag and brought it inside. “You didn’t need to carry anything, babe,” Brad said, putting Y/D/N’s car seat that she was still in on the counter. I unclipped it and took her out, laying her across my chest with her head on my shoulder. She was extremely tiny, but perfectly healthy. “I’m gonna put her in her room.” Brad kissed her forehead before I brought her in. I laid her gently in her purple crib, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. I sighed in relief when she didn’t make any noise and left, closing her door as silently as possible.
Brad hugged me right away when he saw me. “Aren’t you happy she’s finally here?” I nodded and pulled away from the hug. I put my hands over my stomach to try and conceal the fat. It was so gross. I felt like crying every time I saw it. “You okay?” he asked, pulling me into his arms again. I shook my head. “Look at me. I’m disgusting.” “Y/N, what are you talking about? You’re beautiful.” “No I’m not. I look like a whale.” Brad pressed a kiss to my forehead and moved me so I was in front of him and grabbed my hands. “Listen to me, before you were pregnant, you were sexy as fuck. Obviously, I thought that because you got pregnant,” I didn’t want to, but I giggled. “And?” “And you still are. The only difference is now you’re more sexy and more beautiful.”
“How?” “Well, in nine months, you’re hair got longer, you might have gotten taller, you being pregnant made your boobs bigger, you’re whole body changed, but it was for the better. You have even more curves now. Your stretch marks will go away and even if they stay, there not bad scars. They symbolize the amazing little girl we brought into the world.” Looking at it from Brad’s perspective made it a little better. He kissed me again.
“Never call yourself fat again, okay?” I nodded and kissed him one more time. The sound of Y/D/N’s cries pulled us apart. “Here it goes.”
Could you do a vamps blurb for each of them.........your favourite place to have sex?? Thanks baby :D xx
I'm making it a preference.
James: Car
Being able to drive and paying out. the risk of it would only add to the thrill.
Bradley: Hotel Rooms
Fully Paid for. And having a competition to keep track of how many different hotels and countries you could have sex in. Childish but fun and well travelled at the end of it.
Tristan: Beach
Tristan would carry you wearing nothing but trunks and you a bikini with your legs round his waist into the sea. it would be night time and cold but he would keep you warm alright.
Connor: Shower
didn't matter if it was yours, his or a hotel's saving water and the planet would be his excuse and to be able to hold you close and share a towel would be fun excluding the towel whipping fights and slippery floors.
Could you do a preference, what turns him on.....;) x
Preference: What Turns Him On.
James:
Having you fuss over him in the car. he would feel in control with the driving and very manly with you beside him but you taunting him with kissing him at a red light and playing with his hair through his head rest would turn him on.
Bradley:
Having you on top and kissing him as you grind against him gently would be a definite tease and way to go him going.
Tristan:
Being a tease. a sexy set and placing slow lingering kisses would through him over the edge and he would soon squirm on top.
Connor:
You smiling. he would be play fighting with you and would wind up on top but having you laugh and smile beneath him would just cause him to take the sight on you in. carefree and at ease smiling and he would realise how lucky he is and would want you then and there.
Brad is probably one for Girl on top Missionary. He would hold onto your hips and direct as he still likes to be in control but would love to admire your body for what it ia. Curves and Just beautiful he would be gentle.
Cheeky and one of foreplay his fingers would feel amazing as they trace your body. and then enter one at a time and tease with the tip and caress for his thumb.
probably not one for kissing because his concerned with pleasuring and concentrating but would hold you close after and just love the feel of your body intertwined with his.
I need your help! So there is this guy and I have known him since I was 0 and I like him, although he probably doesn't like me! When we talk it is a little awkward as I never know what to talk about! Anyway recently he has been talking to this girl who really gets around with all the boys and I sort of want to warn him but I'm not at a level of closeness where I can say something so I don't know what to do?? Thanks xxx p.s we are 15 and she is 14(don't know if that helps) :D x
okay so you can either get on that level of closeness where you can make a joke and see where it goes over her. if not just leave it be. at that age guys want to be able to talk and he may be showing off a bit. either way this is just a life lesson for him. if anythign happens he will regret it. there also may be nothing happening she could be trying and he may already know but like the attention. the action you take is up to you. you can build up that closeness. but its not like he's a friend of yours and it impacts on you :) xx
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