Tink's Imagines

-rerun.

just a little nothing... really, it's nothing...

“Robbie!” Y/N squeals and reaches down to the brown hair covered head that’s planted firmly between her legs, holding it still. Robbie’s chin brushes lightly against Y/N’s sensitive folds as he looks up, the sheen of Y/N’s excitement evident on his lips. Suddenly, she can’t hold back the laughter she’s been trying to contain and erupts in a fit of giggles. Robbie props himself up on his elbows and stares at her incredulously.

“What is it now? Do you not like what I’m doing with my tongue? Should I suck more inste-“ “No, no! that’s not it” Y/N cuts him off, trying to control another her breathing “Then what? Are you not into it tonight?” Robbie asks, his hands trailing gently over Y/N’s thighs as he blows air lightly between her legs, cocking one eyebrow up suggestively at her. At this, Y/N’s hips arch instinctively upwards towards Robbie’s mouth again and shudders slightly. “Yeah, I am.. it’s just-“ “What?” “Your stubble. You haven’t shaved and it’s…um. It’s distracting.”

oh boy. 

i just signed on for the first time in like a week (or has it been weeks??), and i was overwhelmed by the size of my inbox! thanks to everyone for their kind words.. they all mean so much to me. for those of you who have been forwarding prompts, i'm keeping them in my inbox; i'm not ignoring you guys; promise.

of all my msg's, this one was perhaps the most disgruntled one. I'm sorry i pissed you off anon! 

I also apologize to you and everyone else for not yet finishing Rerun. i really want to finish it, but graduation, a new job, and moving in with my boy toy (whaaa?!!) has all happened at once, leaving little time to do the things that i so enjoy, like running this blog- it's my guilty pleasure and i take great pride in it!

yes, i have received offers from fellow bloggers (thank you, thank you, thank you!!) to take up the blog for a short time while my life simmers down (which it inevitably will, and it will become very boring again, no doubt) but.... ugh. it's just something that i do not want to do. and i know that is incredibly selfish of me and i'm sorry. give me a bit more time, i'll pull through- i always do!! 

thank you for all the honest feedback guys, i really do appreciate all the overwhelming support!

i know i said i'd finish tonight, but this is all i could manage. still working on their reconciliation ;) 

(a little) smut warning.

Rerun-Part 3

"Why do you always close your eyes?"

"It feels too good to keep them open" she pants under him. It only feels this good when I have them closed, she thinks. 

"You're so fucking hot" Darren's voice shakes as he jerks his dick into Y/N eagerly. She shuts her eyes tighter and focuses on the sensation building between her legs, and on the face that's imprinted on the back of her eyelids and seared into her brain. It was Robbie fucking her then, gripping her hips, sucking hard on her nipple and she came for him, hard and wet and loudly. Y/N bit back Robbie's name when it threatened to spill out of her mouth as Darren crashed down onto her chest, gasping and sweaty from his exertion. He pulled out of her, his hand went down between them and she felt him pull the condom off of himself and drop it down on the floor of his car. His breathing steadied and his body went still.

She felt sick under his weight. She already had enough pressing down on her heart, and her conscious.

Still tangled up in Darren's long limbs, Y/N couldn't help the thoughts running through her head. What kind of girlfriend thinks about another guy while she has sex with her loving, caring, boyfriend. And what more, could only get off if she thought about him  filling her instead of Darren. 

Y/N finally opened her eyes and looked down at Darren, his all-American boy features smooth and carefree, completely oblivious to the battle raging in his girlfriend's head. She didn't think she deserve him. Actually, she knew she didn't; Y/N was sure she didn't deserve anyone at this point. How could she get out of this without hurting anyone? What was she doing? What had she done? 

Robbie had looked absolutely shattered when she pushed him away in the parking lot.He had kissed her, pressed his mouth onto hers and let his tongue linger on her lips. Robbie had kissed her with hope and with love, but she had missed all that. His kiss sent her reeling, left her dizzy and uncertain. She had wanted Robbie for so long, and while his affection was anything but unpleasant, it took her by surprise and left her weary. Why did he want her just then? Surely it was because he had realized that she would be getting back with Darren. But what does it matter to him, why was is he so set against me being happy? Y/N thought helplessly. "Robbie, what the fuck?" she half-yelled at him in disbelief before turning away from him and walking back into the restaurant. 

She didn't turn back to see Robbie stagger against his car, and slump down to the floor.

It had been nearly 3 months, and neither of them had attempted to speak to one another, each of them going through great lengths to avoid the other's face and the hurt etched in their eyes.

While Y/N spent her time with Darren playing the happy and supportive girlfriend, Robbie had his own distractions that attended to him willingly. It was all meaningless to him, but he didn't care. Screwing girls who looked nothing like Y/N was all he could manage. Anything that reminded him of her sent his heart and his stomach flying up into his mouth, choking him. What made it all the worse was that Robbie knew. He knew Y/N didn't want to be with Darren. What he didn't know was who she wanted to be with instead.

I should have fought for her, Robbie thinks to himself, too often. When he knows she's not looking, he lets himself stare at her in Calculus. Not that she would ever look back at him... Not that he really cared if she did. Robbie was sure he had already lost her for good anyways. He didn't hide his resentment or his feelings like Y/N did, it was written all over his face for everyone to read-including Darren.