Random Smutty One-Shots

One-shot 1

He looks at me, "Hey."

I look back at my male best friend, who is lounging on the sofa, and has stopped browsing the movies on Netflix to look at me. Today was our weekly hangout and tonight we are sat in my living room. I take a second longer than I should to look at him. His shirt is currently on the back of the couch. His brown hair falls in his face and his honey colored eyes stare into mine. I bite my lip without thinking.

He furrows his brows, "What's wrong?"

"Hm?" I raise my brows inquisitively.

"Well something is obviously wrong. You're biting your lip," he states.

I blush and look away as I stop biting my lip, "Uh. Nothing."

"Okay, now I know it's something," he crosses his arms.

I run my gaze over his tattoos on his arms, chest and neck. I look away again.

"Come on. You've been acting weird all day." He squints his eyes, "Wait... You..." he looks down at his chest and torso then at me, unfolding his arms, "You were looking."

"No I wasn't," I snap without looking at him.

"You totally were," he smiles. "Look at me." I look even further away. He sighs and stands up. I stare at the floor while he walks up to me. "I said look at me," he says. I blush and continue to stare at the floor. "Oh, you're really being a full on brat today huh?" My eyes go wide, still trained on the floor, as my heart beats out of my chest. He gently puts his hand under my chin and makes me look at him. He's smirking. I blink in surprise. He lets go of my chin, running the index finger of that hand along my jaw. "See that wasn't so hard," he smirks.

I purse my lips, "But, I thought you didn't see me like this."

"In that outfit?" he looks me up and down, "How could I resist?" I am acutely aware of the fact I am in shorts and a very low cut shirt. I look down and blush. He looks at me with a look I can't quite place, "I sorta wanna make you blush even more than that tonight."

I look back up at him wide-eyed, "Wait, what?"

He smiles, ignoring my surprise, "Oh the things I wanna do to make you blush."

I blink in surprise then smirk, "Oh really, hot shot? How are you gonna manage to make a brat blush? Other than catching her off guard that is?"

He practically grins ear to ear, "There she finally is. This is gonna be fun."

I look to my right and laugh, "Oh hun..." I turn to pout at him innocently, "I've been here the whole time. YOU are the one who kept ME waiting."

He tilts his head and looks me up and down once more, "Now, is that the way to address someone who you KNOW is a dom?"

I smirk in response.

He raises and lowers his eyebrows, "Address me as 'Sir'."

I bite my lip and breathe deep before letting go. "Make me," I dare him.

He runs his hand over my head as if petting me, "Oh I do intend to." He grabs a fistful of hair at the back of my scalp and pulls gently, causing my head to fall backwards. I involuntarily let out a moan as I close my eyes. He chuckles, "What was that, Babygirl?"

I look at him through my lashes, "I couldn't help it. It felt good.... Sir."

He smirks as he runs his hand through my hair lovingly, "That's a good girl."

I close my eyes as I feel warm inside, causing me to smile.

"Hm..." He starts as I open my eyes, "Does the brat have a praise kink?"