Fake scenarios + one shots (y/n x h/n)

•Hate s@x• (pure smut)•

„I fucking hate you" I yelled, looking him deadly in his so freaking beautiful eyes that drove me insane

„Oh is that so?" he chuckles, stepping closer to me. I keep on going backwards until my back hits the wall

„Yes" my voice suddenly didn't sound so steady anymore

„Then show me just how much you hate me"

„How?" I whisper against his lips

„H/n!" I shout again, because as the seconds past he doesn't answer me, instead he turns around so that his back is now facing me

„Answer me for fucks sake" suddenly he turns around again, presses me against the wall again, a hand around my throat

„I'll show you" he whispers angrily, pressing his body into mine

„I hate you" he kisses me roughly, his grip on my throat loosing

„I hate you for turning me on" He looks me in the eyes

It felt oddly good seeing him out of control and so turned on, by no one other than me. His lips are so insistent, desperate, as they press against mine. He's putting everything he can into this kiss, and then some more. Showing me his aggressive feelings with it. We didn't need words for what we wanted to express, all the lust and feelings, the actions spoke for themselves.

His hands are gripping my hips, pulling me even closer to him and giving me the chance to feel
the need he felt.
All of it.

My groans are swallowed by his mouth, soothed
with his tongue. My hands moved from his messy hair down to his broad shoulders, in the same moment his hands wander from my waist down to cupping my butt.

He nuzzles against my neck before dragging his teeth against the pulse and suckling right below the corner of my jaw. It feels so fucking amazing.

He gripps my leg and hitches it over his hip, pressing his hardened length against me. The only things that separate us, are our clothes.

I gasp when he thrusts upward, pushing me into the wall. Another moan escaped my mouth, wich caused him to smile against my neck.

"Y/n," he says huskily against my lips.
It sounds like he just swallowed a cup of gravel. It
is so sexy.
"Make that noise again." The way he almost
demanded me to do that, to the way his voice rasped
against my throat send a shiver down my spine, it just made that yearning in between my thighs and that desperation for him grow.
I know I need him. Now.

"Only if you keep doing that," I breathed back, looking down at him, my legs still wrapped around his torso as I was pressed against the wall. He stood up a little straighter, so his eyes are level with mine.

Slowly he pushed his hips- and throbbing erection-
against me. Every inch of me was on fire,
burning with desire, that grew with every
touch, building and pulsing harder with every
bump of his hips against mine.

Being this close to his face gave me a good chance to
memorize him. His face was just so goddamn perfect in angles and skin tone, and in so many more ways.
I hate it.

But then H/n distracts me from hating how perfect he is, when he cups one of my boobs with his hands. I stand again, pressed against the wall. Because his hand are no longer holding me, they're focused on something else. His thumb grazed over my nipple and that breathy gasp he loved so much came out of my mouth again. He smirks, but I lean in and easily kiss that smirk away with my mouth. Oh how many times I wanted to do that.

All I needed was him to be closer, closer, closer, Please, dear God, get closer I can't get enough.
I know such a thing as mindreading doesn't exits but it seemed like he read my thoughts, because only moments later he picks me up again like I weighed nothing and carries me all the way to his bed.

There he just throws me onto it and watches me for some seconds laying there, breathing heavily.
„What are you waiting for?" I asked, slightly annoyed because he let me there, waiting.

„Just enjoying seeing you like this" he smirked before he pulled his shirt over his head. And oh my, believe me when I tell you my jaw DROPPED.

„Sometimes I want to rip your pretty head off, but tonight your shirt will do" he said before leaning over me, giving me one rough kiss before I hear a ripping sound. And in the next second I'm only laying under him with my bra on.

He begins kissing down my stomach, until he reaches my soft spot, his hands are still caressing my boobs. I try to keep quiet while he sends shivers with his tongue and both of his hands through my whole body.

„Don't you dare staying quiet. I want to hear you" he says looking up at me

And normally I don't like men who order me around, or being told what to do in general. But now? I'm so fucking turned on by H/n dominant way of talking.
So turned on that I already start feeling this coiling in my lower stomach.

This time I'm not quiet while I moan, about to cum. My hands are searching for something to hold onto, they find they're way automatically into H/n's hair. My skin is hot. So hot. Almost burning from the spring inside me that is begging to be released and to fly through me.

„H/n" I breath out, he doesn't look up, instead he keeps on teasing me with his tongue, adding his fingers and rubbing on my sweet spot.

I couldn't hold it back anymore, I fully cum into his mouth with a loud moan of relief.

„I'm not finished with you" H/n says with his husky voice, kissing me once again

„Neither am I" I look at him with a smirk before turning us around, now sitting on his erection

„Atta Girl! you wanna ride me huh?" he grabs my hips and smiles at me, a little surprised

„You act like a stubborn horse all the time, might as well right you like one now" I smile into his neck, slowly bending down and moving my hips back and forth.

I guide him inside of me, sucking in a sharp breath at the feel of him, my hands press against his chest to stabilize me.

„Fuck Y/n" his voice strains as his fingers dig into my hips.

I slowly start to rise before pushing down again. I want him so fucking badly. He begins to guide me up and down, until we find a tempo that makes my head drop back

„You're so hot. Riding me like you're desperate for my cock"

„I'd say you're desperate" I breath out. Even when we're fucking we can't stop arguing. And I'm here for it.

A tingling sensation runs up my spine as I continue to ride him, instincts taking over. H/n's eyes Are half close, his mouth half open. I fucking love the sight of him at my mercy.

His fingers sink even deeper into my hipbones, taking all the control I'm willing to give him. Everything Fades as the pleasure builds inside of me, and before I cum for the 2nd time today I start to rise and push myself down faster as ever. That's when a relentless surge of pleasure takes over my body.

Only seconds later I feel him fill me from the inside, coming too.

Never thought hate sex would be so great.

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Uhhh, Hi

Sometimes I ask myself if I'm crazy?
Answer's yes, my hobby is to read porn and also write it. I like to fall for nonexistent people and think of certain scenarios in my head.

But good thing that wattpad is existing, because we all like to do this shit.
Apparently:)

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