One Shots: For the Elite

"Netflix and Chill"

You arrive at Elijah's house and knock on the door. Nervously you play with the hem of your shirt. You didn't wear anything special, just some relaxing outfit.

He answers the door looking spiffy in a nice pair of sweats and a shirt. He runs his hand through his hair to get it to stay flipped back.

I would love to pull on that... you think and try and quickly shake your thoughts.

"Hey come in," he says and shows you the small studio, "I figured we could watch a movie, make some food, what do you think?"

He turns to you and smiles. "That sounds fun," you smirk thinking of all the things you want to do to him.

I don't even know what he likes exactly... I just have to test the waters. We shall see.

You both sit on the couch and you obviously lay on him and put your head in his lap while he scrolls through Netflix.

He asks if you want to watch some movie and you say yes automatically hoping that you guys won't actually watch any of the movie.

"Wanna cuddle?" He says in a cute voice and looks down at his lap to meet your eyes.

"Of course but don't get too handsy," you wink at him as he lays behind you spooning you.

Your heart races as he slowly puts his arm under your head and over your waist.

10 minutes go by as you slowly move your hips a little against his sweatpants.

His breath hitches in the back of his throat. You wait a little while and do it again. He breathes a hot breath down your neck. By then you could feel him hard through his pants.

You smirk as he just lets you do these things to him. You grind against him slowly and he lays there and takes your teasing.

You turn around and you notice the lust in his eyes. His eyes beg you to do more. Both of you start to lean in; your lips meet gently.

You can feel the fire building up inside of you. The kissing intensifies and your tongues find their way together. Your hand finds it's way into his hair.

I wonder if he likes hair pulling... you think to yourself as you try and decide whether or not to pull. You brush your fingertips on his scalp, take a nice bit of hair, and tug slightly while you kiss.

A very very quiet moan escapes from his mouth and you smirk into the kiss; it seems as though he tried to hide the moan. You put your hand back and brush it through his hair. This time you grab his hair and tug harder.

An audible moan escaped his mouth as he breaks the kiss. You can see the pleasure in his eyes as he starts to whisper.

"No one has ever pulled my hair..." he says and bites his lip ever so slightly.

A smirk spreads across your face, "Yeah? Let me know if anything I do is too much..." He nods eager to see what you are going to do next.

You make him sit up and straddle his lap. He grabs your hips tightly trying to get you to grind down on him. You bite your lip grab his hands and pin them behind his head.

You lower you mouth to his ear and whisper hot air lightly on his ear, "You're going to do as I say and nothing more. Got it?"

He nods and you can already tell he likes what you're doing. No one has ever made him feel like this.

You leave his hands above his head and leaning on the top of the couch, "Don't move these." He nods quickly.

Both hands find their way into his hair and grab a fistful of hair. Instead of pulling like he wants you decide to tease and release the hair. He looks up at you with need.