no one gives fanfic writers enough credit like can we just slow clap it out for all the writers who can manage to finish a fic or just even start one and have the confidence to put it out there for everyone to see because that shit is pretty hard to do and so is typing it all up and just thinking of the plot and all the little details idk writers are great
omg i couldnt even pick.
good luck sex could be a really hot, heated quickie in a hotel room before he was set to leave for soundcheck, it would be hard and fast up against a wall or in the shower, but intense and passionate, and you’d whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he pounded into you and moaned your name before as he came, and then on stage he’d have this smug grin on his face the whole time because he’d know he just fucked you senseless but no-one else would know…
but good-job sex could be romantic and playful, and you could have him at your leisure, spend all your time making him feel good. He’d spend his whole time on stage knowing it was coming, maybe even getting a little excited as he sang on stage, and as soon as he’d come off he’d take you back to the hotel, you’d lay him down and slowly undress him and make him feel amazing, and after that just collapse onto his hot, sweaty body and cuddle naked with him for as long as you’d like.
do u see my problem?
plot twist: you fave boy band anon is actually the real boy band member himself
I think this appropriate
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h oly shit oh my god
Imagine fucking him before a show and then watching him onstage and being the only one knowing that he just fucked your brains out
But imagine after the show after he’s had to bottle up all his sexual frustration for like 3 hours
I’ll take ‘good show’ sex pls omg
Hey let’s place sexual questions in my ask box because it’s that kind of night :) anon or not
It’s silent in the library, and you liked it that way. You enjoyed the sound of nothing at all, it gave you more time to concentrate and focus on your work.
Suddenly, there’s a boy standing in front of you.
“Hey pretty baby” they smirk.
Kendall Schmidt was the School bad boy- on the basketball team, partied every weekend and would continuously come to school drunk or hungover, but also your lab partner. You? Library, School, Work, Bed, Library, School, Work, Bed. A never ending cycle of nothingness- the good girl at school.
He makes his way behind you. It’s 7.30am and you’ve come to the library earlier than usual to study for your history test, not expecting anyone else to be here. “Why are you here so early?”
Your heart beats at a hundred miles a second, “I…I could ask you the same thing”
He laughs at you and places a hand on your shoulder. “This good girl thing has got to be a cover up. I bet you’re a freak in the bed” he says, not holding back as your cheeks flush red. He makes his way down and sits across from you. “Have you ever had sex before?”
You shake your head. He laughs at you again.
“Would you like to?” You shake your head again. “Are you scared?” You nod gently. He moved his head to the left and then to the right. “There’s no one around and I’m sure we can be quiet”
He puts his hand out for you to grab, and shakily you stand up and walk around the table to Kendall. “Sit on my lap” he whispers. He lifts up your skirt enough for you straddle him. His fingers gently move there way up and lightly brush against your core and you shiver, your nerves on fire.
Kendall undoes his belt and pulls out his erection.
“I’ll make this good girl go bad” he whispers as he kisses your neck. He pulls your panties to the side and gently eases into you. You go to gasp at the intrusion but Kendall pulls you close into his neck and you breathe heavily. After a few minutes the pain is gone and he’s gently thrusting into you.
“I’m close, are you close?” He whispers. You can do nothing but nod. Your breathing is so quick you can barely speak. You cum first, squeezing the nape of Kendall’s neck as you orgasm. Kendall cums quickly after you, panting into your neck.
“Let’s get you cleaned up in time for your history test” he smirks.
You wince as he pulls out of you, but at the same time you feel amazing.
“I’ve gotta start coming to the library more often” he smirks
Put the name of a btr boy and a scenario and I’ll write a short, smutty imagine as the answer :) (also these take time so bear with me)
"Miss (y/n) can I speak to you for a moment please?" Your professor Mr.Schmidt asks as your classmates leave the room. "Close the door"
You tentatively close the door and wonder over to the desk.
“Yes Mr.Schmidt?” You ask.
He pulls his glasses down to his nose “It’s about your grades” he says, “These grades won’t get you into college”
You take a seat on the edge of his desk, opening your legs a little bit so your skirt goes that little shorter.
“Is there anything I can do for extra credit?” You ask, biting your lip.
He takes his glass off and sets them on the table. “How much extra credit are you willing to take?”
You giggle lightly and sit on his lap, his erection pressing against your leg. “As much as I need”
He pushes back on his chair and grabs your hips, pulling you to your feet before unbuckling his belt, his erection springing out of his pants.
“Today, we’ll see if we can get your oral grades up, you know what to do” he smirks.
You drop to your knees and kiss his appendage before taking it in your mouth. Sucking up and down and pumping your hand. You look up as you suck and you see him coming apart above you.
“I’m so close, so fucking close, faster” he breathes as he grips the side of his chair. Your mouth and hands move faster and with one hard suck he cums in your mouth, swallowing it all, you stand up, staring at your beautiful professor.
“You get an a+ for Oral Skills, tomorrow we’ll test how fit you are”