Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

My Little Tease (A. I)

* Y/N stands for your name *

"I want to watch this film Ash, stop," I scolded, as his lips kissed at my neck.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" he cooes, his mouth pressed close to my ear.

"Yes, stop," I laughed, turning to catch him grinning at me.

He knew the effect he had on me and he purposely tried to rile me up.

His hand had sneaked its way up and under my dress and he was slowly massaging my breast, over the bra cup, with his palm.

I stifled the moan I had nearly let slip, as his hand made great work of my breast.

His lips pressed against my neck once again, and I tilted my head, blocking access to my neck and preventing him from riling me up further.

I pushed his hand away from my breast, and tried to calm myself down as his fingers lightly grazed against my stomach as he released his hand.

He nudged my chin with his nose, trying to budge my head back so he could regain his access to my neck.

His hand, which had previously occupied my breast, moved painfully slowly to my thigh, his long lean fingers grazing over the skin of my thighs.

His other hand moved to cup my cheek and he tilted my head ever so slightly, gaining a little better access to my neck.

His mouth and tongue made quick work of kissing and licking at my neck once more, making my body hum with pleasure.

"Ash," I moaned. "Stop!"

He grinned against my neck, his hot breath fanning against my skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Stop," I giggled, as I tilted my head further back, giving him full access to my neck.

I was going against what my mouth was saying, but I didn't even care.

"Stop," I uttered once again.

He chuckled, as he kissed over and over again.

"That's a real contradiction, right there," he teased. "You want me to stop, but you're pushing me further to continue."

His teeth suddenly sunk into my skin, and the pain that immediately followed was harsh but pleasurable at the same time.

He pulled back, after kissing the spot he'd just marked and span my body round to face him.

He sat, with his feet planted firmly on the floor, my legs lay on his lap and his arms around my waist.

"You're too beautiful," he purred.

"And you're a terrible liar," I laughed, shoving at his chest.

His hands gripped my wrists and he frowned at me.

"I would never, ever lie to you, alright?" he argued.

His lips were formed in a tight line, his brow furrowed.

"Alright?" he asked again, impatience seeping from his words.

"Okay," I replied, nodding my head.

I watched him, unsure of why he was getting so upset about something so small.

I'd never seen him so annoyed.

I wasn't really sure what had set him off.

He sighed, as he rubbed a hand across his face a couple of times.

"I'm sorry," he apologised. "I just don't want you to ever think I would lie to you. I could never imagine lying to you Y/N. Even over something so small, I wouldn't lie," he admitted.