Anonymous asked: Hi! Love your writing, so cute!!! I wondered if you could do some when he is jelaous on a guy who’s been fooling around me but I don’t give a damn about him, but from crush’s pov it looks good enough to make him jelaous. Maybe there’s an argument, if you wish and after that of course reconciliation. And when he is relieved he starts making out really hard. U can make it nswf if you write it?! Or at least start it, if you feel uncomfortable! If not, then lots of love making 😍😏 Thanks 😘
A/N: I’m a shithead for taking so long to write this. I hope you like it!!! <3 It’s my first attempt at full on smut, yikes! I have noticed there being a lack of detailed smut in imagines of all kinds though, so try not to scream at my horrible, virgin attempt at making this as detailed as possible. You guys let me know if you like it! Keep dreaming!~Logan
P.S. Please let me know if you’d rather have shorter imagines. I tend to write long imagines and idk if that irritates people so let me know through my inbox! <3
“Hey, y/n, you ready to go?” C/n asked from the back of my workplace.
He was getting his backpack on and his car keys were dangling from his hand.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry I was just finishing giving o/g/n my snapchat,” I replied, grabbing my bag and accepting the friend request from o/g/n, not bothering to look at c/n.
“Thanks for accepting my request, y/n,” o/g/n murmured, coming from around the corner to get his things as he had just finished closing with you guys and some other employees. “Don’t forget to snap me back!” He sent a wink my way as he walked out the door to his car.
I chuckled, calling after him, “I won’t.”
When I asked c/n if he was ready, I got an emotionless nod in reply. Puzzled by his behavior, I walked out to his car in front of him, wondering why he was looking at me so strangely.
The ride to my place was charged with tension and not the good kind. Irritation and well restrained frustration was written all over c/n’s face. Finally, I sighed, and turned to face him in the dark of the car.
He glanced at me, eyebrow raised. “What do you mean ‘what’?”
“Oh, don’t act clueless. You’ve been acting all grumpy since early this evening before we even left work. What’s it about?” I asked, gently prodding him.
“I don’t know you just–o/g/n and you seemed to be getting pretty chummy. Didn’t seem like you had much of a problem with it. In fact it kind of seemed like you liked his attention,” c/n shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.
I knew better. This was eating away at him. My own frustration bubbled up, the disbelief that he actually thought I liked some lame guy at work more than him, my own boyfriend, was clear in my voice when I replied.
“You’re kidding me,” I shook my head.
“No, believe it or not, I’m not kidding, y/n. You know what that guy wants, don’t you? He wants to get to know you real well, and over snapchat of all ways. I see how he looks at you,” c/n insisted, brows furrowed as he glanced at me, trying to keep his gaze on the road.
“So what, c/n! Even if he did have some kind of other intentions, do you really think I would reciprocate. Be realistic!” I cried out, exasperated.
C/n pulled into my driveway, stopped the car and unbuckled himself. I unbuckled myself, too. He turned to face me, the side of his face lit up in the soft glow of my house’s outside light. I willed myself to focus on the conversation we were having and not get lost in the soulful e/c of his eyes.
“Do you think it’s so easy for me to be sure you’re not into that–that–that bastard when you’re laughing and what very much looks like flirting with him in return?” C/n voice was now raised, hand pulling through his already messy mop of hair, a sure sign of him getting worked up.
I leaned over the center console to pull his pinched face into my hands, thumb rubbing his soft skin.
“Listen to me when I say this, c/n c/l/n,” I demanded, satisfied to see his eyes focus on mine the way I loved, like nothing existed around him, except for me. “No one, not a celebrity crush and most certainly not some lame guy from work, could ever steal me from you. They couldn’t even distract me from seeing how lucky I am to have you. I look at you and I’m in awe of the fact you call me yours, the fact I can hold your face in my hands like this and see you in the morning with your beautiful face fresh from sleep. The fact I know what your lips and tongue taste like. I don’t want to know those things about anyone else. And I definitely don’t feel my whole body heat up because they’re near me. They could never capture my attention the way you do,” I finished, swiping my thumb over his bottom lip.
Those eyes that stared at me so reverently slid shut, as if he was retaining all I’d just said to memory. He let out a groan that sounded like both relief and pain. Licking his lips, he hoarsely whispered, “I need to touch you.”
My body responded to his words just like how it responded to any amount of his proximity at any time–temperature rising like I’d been lit like a torch. I didn’t miss the dark shade his eyes had adopted, a molten gaze that pulled at something low in my belly.
“So touch me,” I whispered back.
I was not prepared for the force of his passion as his lips moved onto mine, hands finding register on my cheeks, just as mine slid from his down to the console to pull myself up in order to get closer to his touch.
His tongue expertly slid into my already opening mouth, our tongues sliding along each other in a well-rehearsed dance, tasting and flicking. He growled, the sound causing my core to ache in anticipation. This also reminded me of the location we were in and how much it was torturing me to be so close yet so far from him.
I pulled away, with some difficulty as c/n followed me with his lips, breathing heavily through his nose in order to swallow me whole. Finally I managed to push him away, though my body screamed in protest at the loss of his touch.
“I need more, this isn’t–” I gasped, c/n’s mouth latching onto my neck, tongue laving over my pulse point. I shivered and feebly tried to push him back. He was relentless. “Fuck, c/n, this isn’t where I want to–ahh–where I want to–”
“Shit, y/n, I know,” he breathed out, abruptly puling away from me and getting out of the car so fast and rounding it so he was opening my own door, I didn’t even have any time to compose myself.
He grunted as he lifted me from the passenger seat, my foot closing the door hastily as c/n carried me to my front door. I had forgotten to lock my door, something c/n always nagged me about, but in this case I think he was more than grateful for my forgetful habit. It was my turn to suck on the baby soft skin of his neck, my legs tightening around his waist like a vice at the breathless moans he was emitting. He let out a curse as my teeth grazed lightly over his earlobe before sucking hard on it.
Before I knew it, we were in my room, and c/n was laying me on my bed, his body hovering over mine. I thanked the heavens for having left my desk lamp on, the warm glow giving me the ability to see c/n’s flushed face, and blown pupils staring down at me as he grabbed the hem of my uniform shirt and yanked it over my head, throwing it far from him as if it’d insulted him.
“What’d that shirt ever do to you?” I laughed, breathlessly.
He gave me a grin, the cute expression only making him sexier as he popped open the button on my pants. “It obstructs my view of the sexiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen,” he explained, giving me a sassy ‘duh’ expression before gracing me with that damn grin again.
“Oh, I see,” I chuckled, reaching my hands up to play with his fluffy hair.
“Mm, and these?” He tore the pants down my legs, brows furrowing as they were stopped by my shoes. His forearms flexed as he lifted my legs and yanked both shoes and pants off. I wrapped my bare legs loosely around his hips. Holding my pants up with one strong arm, he leaned over me, supported by his other arm to murmur, “These are the roadblock to success,” before flinging them across the room.
I bit down hard on my lip to keep from laughing. What a sexy dork. My urge to laugh soon turned to an urge to moan though, as he rested his weight on his forearms to dive back onto my lips. Feeling his soft lips and wet tongue moving against mine was like being in water filled with oil that was just set on fire. Relief and restlessness joining together.
He rubbed his hips against my core in a circular motion, earning more groans from both of us. The rough denim felt so fucking amazing against the thin material of my panties.
C/n kept up his ministrations on my core with his hard bulge straining against his pants as his kisses turned south. I yanked on his shirt, tearing it sloppily over his own head and bucking my hips in response to the sucks and kisses he was planting on my tits.
“Now this damned material,” he growled, his voice gravel, “is the real offender in allowing me to see and suck your pretty nipples.”
I let out a whiny moan version of c/n’s name as he pushed his straining cock harder against my burning core, my back arching, allowing for him to unlatch the back of my bra. The material was off me in seconds and c/n had returned to sucking on the soft flesh of my breasts. His eyes boring into mine as he circled one peaked nipple with the tip of his tongue, watching my face screw up in pleasure. I opened my eyes again as he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over both my nipples.
“There they are, the pretty little peaks, so eager for my tongue. Are you eager for my tongue, y/n,” he teased, letting out a groan as his eyes flit back and forth from my face to my hard nubs.
“Fuck, just suck them already, c/n–oh shiiitttt!” I hissed, back arching as c/n latched onto one, sucking hard.
His ministrations lasted for a few minutes, turning me into a quivering mess, especially once he’d added the pressure of his finger on my panty clad clit.
He released my breast from his mouth with a pop, moving his body down, leaving gentle kisses to my trembling abdomen. It didn’t help to have his hair tickling my bare skin.
“God, look at you, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, eyes glued to mine.
“And what about you, c/n? Have you looked in the mirror lately, seen how gorgeous you are?”
“Never as gorgeous as you, baby,” He smiled softly at me, pausing to gaze into my eyes while rubbing his thumbs over my hipbones.
As much as I was loving drinking in this moment with him, the ache between my legs hadn’t been taken care of and I was going insane with the need to feel him inside me.
Just as I was about to do something about it, c/n slipped a thick finger under my panties, emitting a long low groan that ebbed out into a sigh that left me squirming as the hot air leaving his mouth brushed over my wet lips.
“Jessuuss, y/n, you’re so wet for me, shiitt,” he kept cursing, adding a second finger to dip into my dripping core, the clicking sound his fingers were causing by moving through my arousal making me even more needy.
“Please, unf,” I whined, bucking into his pumping fingers, eyes sliding shut, my own fingers gripping at the bedsheets.
Whimpering at him pulling his fingers away, I realized he was pulling off my underwear and when I opened my eyes he was undoing his belt, fingers trembling. I watched on, hungrily, my eyes dragging over his toned torso and broad shoulders, skin already slightly glistening with perspiration. He was a sight to behold, with his chest heaving and his face flushed, the bulge in his pants straining helplessly against denim. He hastily reached over to the bedside table and yanked open the drawer to retrieve the box of condoms.
Just as he tugged down both his pants and briefs, I pulled myself onto my knees and hastily gripped his extremely hard cock, pumping it only once before getting interrupted by c/n shoving me back onto the bed.
“Fuuucckking hell, y/n, I need to be inside you,” he hissed, rolling the condom on in record speed before pressing the head of his cock against my wet folds.
I let out a yelp at the amazing feel of his hard member, and his breaths came rapidly as he tried to maintain control of himself. He centered his thumb over my clit and pushed into me, causing my hands to fling up and grip his muscled shoulders. His head fell back, letting out a shout before pulling back only to thrust back in again.
I loved his reactions to being inside me. No matter how many times we did, it always felt better than the last time.
He moved over me again, setting a steady pace, short breaths puffing over my damp skin, making me shiver. “I am so lucky to have you,” he puffed, pulling my earlobe into his mouth.
I moaned at his words and the feel of his tongue flicking my lobe back and forth, the soft flesh caught between his teeth.
“God, c/n, you’re perfect,” I gasped as he thrust especially hard, making my body scoot farther up the bed.
His thumb hadn’t moved from it’s spot on my clit and he began to rub small circles on it, making me worry I was going to black out from the all encompassing pleasure he was giving me.
“Mine, you’re no one else’s, you’re all mine,” He growled, propping himself up on one hand to set a more punishing pace, his cock driving in and out of me furiously, our skin slapping, joining the chorus of moans and grunts falling from our lips.
I scraped my nails down his defined pecs and abs, then looped my hands back to clutch at his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into me with each thrust. He was grunting now with each movement of his hips and mine, beads of sweat forming on his forehead with the effort to not come before I did.
“I love you, I love your cock, and how you feel inside me–ahh, c/n! I love how you–fuck–how you always make sure I’m taken care of,” I got out through my moans of ecstasy.
He rested his lips on my shoulder and bit down. I cried out and he let out a raspy chuckle. In return, I nipped at his neck, licking and sucking at his pulse point, finding satisfaction in how his breath sped up.
He swiveled his hips in a way that hit that sweet spot inside me, propelling me towards my orgasm.
“Ah! C/n!” I let out a yelp, and my mouth opened in a silent scream as pleasure ran through me like electricity, setting my body on fire in the most pleasant way. My walls clenched tight around c/n’s cock and he groaned louder as his thrusts grew shallow.
The natural urge to close my eyes was difficult to fight against as the waves of my orgasm washed over me but I kept them open to gaze up at my lover, gazing down at me reverently, eyes hooded and dark.
His thrusts became erratic and he trembled which was the telltale sign of him reaching his peak. With one final thrust, he was there, face screwing up in ecstasy as my name fell from his lips in his hoarse voice.
Minutes later after we cleaned up, we lay in each other’s arms, bodies bare and cooling down from the exertion of our coupling.
I turned to c/n to brush some stray strands of hair away from his face, his eyes already gazing at me, studying me like I was the featured piece of art in a gallery.
“This, what we have, what I give to you, no one else gets to have. You have my heart the only way you’ll lose it is if you drop it,” I promised, my voice soft.
“Over my dead body,” he vowed, voice solemn and deep. “I was being an over worried jerk before. I need to trust you more, I promise to work more on that. You shouldn’t have to be policed around when you talk to other guys. You’re your own person. Please know, y/n, my heart is just as much yours as yours is mine. Nothing will ever cause me to lose yours. This,” he gestured between us, before caressing the side of my face and running his fingertips lightly over my lips. “This is forever.”
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