Teen Wolf and Maze Runner Imagines

SPOILER ALERT IN THIS AUTHOR’S NOTE!  IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN 6x13 DO NOT READ THIS AUTHOR’S NOTE, SKIP DOWN TO THE IMAGINE!

In honor of Brett Talbot’s death, I am doing another imagine for him.  I’ve always loved Brett, he was my favorite minor character.  Jeff Davis should’ve done so much more with him, but he didn’t, and that kind of disappoints me.  But oh well, a little Brett is better than no Brett at all.

People stared at you as you walked into the principal’s office.  You could feel all eves on you, so you kept your eyes focused on the ground in front of your feet.  You knew exactly why they were staring, and you hated it.  They were staring because of the filled out forms in your hand.  Forms to bring a student to prom that didn’t go to Beacon Hills High School.

Normally, nobody would care if someone brought a date from another school.  But for you, it was different.  You were dating Beacon Hills High’s Public Enemy Number One.  Not only was he from the rival school, Devenford Prep, but he was the star of their lacrosse team, your school’s biggest rival in the league.  You were bringing Brett Talbot to a Beacon Hills High School Prom.

You slipped the paper into a box, with the words Prom Inquiries and Forms.  After it was in, you immediately turned away and practically ran through the halls to avoid all of the eyes bearing down on you.  

You hated how much hate you got for dating him.  Everyone in the school took the rivalry really seriously, which often got you accused of being a traitor to the school.  You didn’t like to talk about it much, especially not to Brett.  The first time you told him, he got very upset over it, and he thought he’d ruined your life.  But he hadn’t.  He’d made it so much better, because you loved him.

So you’d deal with the hate if you had to.  It wasn’t going to stop you from seeing Brett.  People who you didn’t even know wouldn’t be able to keep you from being happy.

—–

Prom night had come, and you couldn’t have been more excited.  You’d spent so long looking for the perfect dress, and you were so happy when you finally found it.  You were wearing a floor-length baby powder blue dress, which hid your white wedge heels.  You’d never worn heels around Brett before, so you hoped it would help you pick up your height a little so you could level with him.  

Your heart began to race when you heard the doorbell ring, and the door opened to reveal Brett.  He took a moment to admire your outfit before finally meeting your eyes.  “Wow, you look stunning,” he said as he stepped into your living room.  

You admired him as well.  He looked so handsome in a suit, and his shirt beneath his jacket was the same color as your dress.  You smiled at him and took a step towards him.  “You look pretty wow yourself,” you said, smiling at him.

Your mother stood up from the couch and smiled at Brett.  Your parents had met him several times, and they loved him.  Even your dad, who was very protective over you.  “Picture time!” she said excitedly in a sing-songy voice.

You and Brett spent the next ten minutes posing wherever your mother told you to, doing whatever she said to.  When she finally released the two of you to leave, Brett offered you his arm.  “Shall we?” he asked.

You let out a small giggle as you looped your arm through his.  “Let’s.”  You walked outside to the limo that Brett had rented and sat down in the luxury compartment.  It was truly beautiful, and it made you feel even more special.

When the limo pulled up to the school, Brett climbed out of the car first - because he was closer to the door - and held out his hand to help you out.  You smiled as you took it, and he led you into the venue.

All activity ceased the moment you entered the room.  The music didn’t stop playing, but it might as well have.  All eyes were on you and Brett as you walked in and took your seats at the assigned table.  Conversations had stopped, and people stepped out of your way when you were walking.

Brett pulled out your chair for you before seating himself.  “Do we look that good together, that everyone has to stop and stare?”

You sighed and shook your head.  You knew he was trying to be funny, but there was nothing funny about the situation.  Everyone was staring and judging you because you went with him.  “It’s because you go to Devenford,” you said quietly.  Conversations began to start back up, and you let out a frustrated sigh.  School was one thing, but prom?  Prom was supposed to be the most special night of your life, and they were trying to ruin it.

Brett placed his hand beneath your chin gently, and lifted your head so you were looking at him.  “y/n, do you love me?”

You nodded your head slowly as you stared into his green eyes.  “Of course I do, more than anything,” you said quietly.

He smiled at you.  You loved that smile, you loved it more than anything, and that was why you put up with all the hate.  “Then focus on that.  Don’t focus on any of them, or their stares, or their judgement.  Tonight isn’t about them.”  He leaned forward, his hand still beneath your chin, and pressed his forehead against yours gently.  “So let’s enjoy this night together, okay?”

You nodded again as a smile played its way across your lips.  You quickly gave him a peck on the lips, then took a deep breath as you pulled your face away from his.  “You’re right,” you said.  “Let’s enjoy this.”

He grinned.  “Would you like to dance?”

Your smile grew as you nodded for a third time and stood up.  Brett led you by the hand to the dance floor, ignoring all the eyes on you.  You did your best to block them out as well.

You could feel the eyes on you as you danced with Brett, but you tried your hardest not to let it get to you.  Brett stopped his dancing when the music slowed down, and he gently took your hands in his.  

Play the song California by Chase Goehring on YouTube if you can, it’s a beautiful slow song and I’m imagining it for this moment.  I can’t put the video into the post :/

“May I have this dance?” he asked you.

You nodded with a smile as you raised your arms to hand around his neck, and his hands found placement on your hips.  As you swayed side to side and your y/e/c eyes locked with Brett’s, you forgot all about the staring and the judgement.  It became so easy to block it all out and just focus on the guy in front of you.  You didn’t care that you were still being watched, you forgot about it all together.  It was just you and Brett dancing.

You wished that you could capture the moment and hold onto it forever.  You wanted to stay there in that moment, smiling and slow dancing with the person you loved the most in the world.  

“I love you,” you whispered quietly.  For your entire life, before you met Brett, you’d always wondered what real love felt like.  Was it as amazing as people described it to be?  Or was it the most painful thing you’d ever experience, as you’d also heard?  But in that moment, you knew what love was.  It was a mixture of the two.  Being in love with Brett brought you a lot of hate, which caused you more pain than you’d ever imagined possible.  But he made up for it by being the sweetest, kindest, most loving boyfriend you could ask for.  He always made you smile when you were feeling down, and he helped you with whatever you needed whenever you needed it.  If you needed help in a class, he’d tutor you.  If you couldn’t walk, he’d carry you.  He was the embodiment of everything you ever wanted from a guy.  “I love you so much.”

He leaned forward, so his lips just barely grazed yours as he spoke.  “I love you more.”  He connected his lips to yours, locking the both of you in a passionate kiss, then and there.  You could feel the stares, but you didn’t care.  All you cared about was Brett.

When you broke the kiss, the two of you continued to dance slowly to the music.

I wanna live in California.  I wanna be with ya.  I want you to be the reason for the ring on my ring finger.

Brett looked into your eyes after that line.  “I love you so much, y/n,” he said quietly.  He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.  “I want you to be the reason for the ring on my ring finger, someday.”

A smile made its way across your face as your cheeks blushed red.  “I feel the same way,” you said quietly.  “So, if all goes, well, I will be.”

He opened his eyes.  “Will you promise me that?”

You nodded and tightened your arms around his neck slightly, bringing him closer to you.  “I promise,” you whispered.

DO NOT READ THIS AUTHOR’S NOT IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN TEEN WOLF 6X13

SPOILER ALERT:

In honor of Brett Talbot’s death, I’m writing this imagine about him.  Brett has always been a favorite of mine and personally, I think he should’ve gotten much more action and plot lines than he did.  There were so many great things Jeff Davis could’ve done with him, but he didn’t.  This is in memory of my love, Brett Talbot.

SPOILER OVER.  Also, this is kinda long, I got a little carried away lol.

You were sitting in the bleachers of your high school’s field, watching your boyfriend’s lacrosse practice.  You loved watching him practice; You loved the way he got so into the game, and you loved that he was so good at it.  Plus, a lot of the time he was shirtless.  You loved that, too.

You and Brett had been together for several months, nearly a year, when you started having thoughts.  You loved Brett, you loved him with all your heart, but you wanted more.  You wanted him.

You sighed as you looked out at the field.  Practice would be coming to an end soon, which meant Brett would be driving you home after you two attempt to do homework for an hour.  You watched your boyfriend as he grabbed his Devenford Prep t-shirt, slung it over his shoulder, and ran over to you.

You covered your nose with your hand, as you always did.  You didn’t need werewolf senses to be highly affected by his stink after practice.  “Shower,” you said, backing away.  It was the same thing every day, he’d try to get a hug after practice, but you refused to touch him until he was showered.  You’d tried it once, and you had to wash your clothes twice to get the stink off.

Brett let out a sound that seemed to be a mix of a laugh and a sigh before running over to the boys locker room.  You took advantage of the ten minutes you had left and packed your books into your backpack.  You tried to get some homework done while you were there, but you got a little distracted by Brett’s eight-pack.  

You sat in wait for a few minutes, until Brett came walking out of the locker room.  You walked to meet him halfway, giving him a smile. “Hey babe,” you said as you put your backpack over your shoulder.  

He smiled back at you before pressing his forehead against yours.  He dropped his lacrosse bag and his school bag so he could raise his hands up to cup your face, then slowly leaned his head downward, so your noses were touching, then connected his lips to yours.  This kiss felt different than any of the others you’d shared, though.  It felt more passionate.  You stood there for a moment, moving in perfect sync, just enjoying each other, until you heard someone clear their throat.  You turned to see Brett’s little sister, Lori, staring at the two of you.

“Will you two stop making out for one second?” she sighed.  You knew she was joking, she was yours and Brett’s biggest fan, but she liked to tease you all the time.  “At least give me a ride home first.”

Brett laughed and picked up his bags.  “Sorry, Lori.”  He put one arm around you as the three of you walked to his car.  You sat in the passenger’s seat, while Lori sat in the back.  

You turned to look at Brett as he was driving.  Only one of his hands was on the steering wheel, the other one was holding your left hand.  You looked at his face, at his green eyes and chiseled jawline, and you felt like you were falling in love with him all over again, just like every other time you stopped to study him.  He had a crease on his forehead from focusing on driving, which you found adorable.  And a couple of times a minute, his eyes would flick from the road to you for just a moment.  You felt so lucky to have him.  But what you spent the most time studying were his lips.  You loved his lips.  You loved how they felt against your own, you loved that when he was nervous he’d bite down on the corner of his lip.  

Before you knew it, Brett had pulled the car into the driveway of his house.  You quickly shook your head to bring yourself back to reality, then stepped out of the car and followed Brett upstairs to his room.  You put your backpack down on the bed and sat down beside it, reaching to grab your folder for English until Brett took your hand.

“y/n?” he asked quietly as he sat down beside you.  He had a strange look in his eyes, one you hadn’t seen before.  And he was biting the corner of his lip.  Was he nervous?  You’d hardly ever seen him get nervous, and if you had, it had never been that bad.  “Can we talk for a minute?”

And then your heart sank.  You were afraid you knew what was coming.  Perhaps that was the reason for the passionate kiss earlier, because it would be your last.  He couldn’t be breaking up with you.  But you pushed your fears aside and said, “Yeah, what’s up?”

He looked down at his hands and began twiddling his thumbs.  “Have you ever thought about…  You know…”  He let out a sigh.  “Taking the next step in our relationship?”

You let out a sigh of relief.  He wasn’t breaking up with you.  At least, you hoped not.  You looked at him and asked, “What kind of step?”  You had a feeling you already knew what he meant, and it made butterflies fly around in your stomach.  Was it happening?

He sighed again.  “I know we’re still young, and it’s one hundred percent okay if you say no.  We can pretend the conversation never even happened.  But how would you feel about…  You know…  Going all the way?”

You smiled and took his hands in yours.  “I have been thinking about it.”  You looked at his lips again.  You thought back to the kiss you’d shared on the lacrosse field, and a smile made its way across your face.  Every kiss with Brett was passionate, but he found a way to somehow make that one even more so.  “And if that’s what you want, I’m willing to try.  If either of us becomes uncomfortable or wants to stop for any reason, we’ll stop.  If you want it, I’m ready to try.”

He nodded slowly and looked up to meet your eyes.  He gently leaned forward, until his lips brushed against yours for a second, just ghosting over the delicate skin on yours, before pressing the pair together.  He kissed you slowly, bringing his hands up from his lap: One to cup your cheek, and one to hold your hip.  Though it was slow, it was passionate and full of love.

You lifted your own arms up to hold them around Brett’s neck as you leaned in for a second kiss.  This one was a little faster-paced, but still filled with the same firey passion as the first.

After you broke from the second kiss, Brett moved his lips downward from your lips, over your chin, and down your neck.  By then, he had learned exactly where your sweet spot was, as you’d made out plenty of times before, so he wasted no time in leaving a trail of kisses - and a couple of marks - until he reached it.  He sucked gently on the delicate skin, causing you to let out a moan.

“Mmh, Brett,” you said quietly as you tilted your head sideways, giving him even more access to your skin.  You felt a sort of burning sensation begin to build up between your legs as Brett began to kiss downward, until he reached the collar of your shirt.

He looked up at you.  His green eyes were sparkling, and were willed with nothing but love and adoration.  “This needs to go, is that okay?”  He motioned to your uniform shirt.

You nodded slowly and helped him to remove the shirt easily, then looked down at yourself.  You had seen Brett without his shirt dozens of times, but this was his first time seeing you without yours.  You immediately regretted your decision, and began to feel self-conscious.  You crossed your arms, attempting to hide your entire body from his view.

Brett pulled away from you to look at you.  “y/n, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.  You can put it back on if you want.”

You let out a sigh and looked down at the floor.  You felt stupid, being like that around Brett.  “I-I’m just afraid…” you said quietly.  Your eyes wandered, but you looked anywhere but at Brett.  “I’m afraid you’re not gonna like what you see.”

Brett slowly shook his head.  He gently grabbed your arms and placed them by your sides, leaning forward to connect your lips in another kiss.  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips.  You felt the burning sensation growing even more.  You wanted him.

He quickly kissed downward again, until he reached your breasts.  He quickly took off your bra, then made sure to leave at least a dozen kisses on each one, then kissed down to your stomach.

And then you sat up, smiling at him.  “Your shirt should come off, too.”  You both laughed as he quickly raised his Devenford Prep t-shirt over his head.  “I don’t even know why you put one on in the first place,” you said quietly in his ear.  You gently kissed his neck and his jawline, wishing that you could leave some sort of a mark on him, but you couldn’t due to his werewolf healing.  “It usually ends up on the floor anyway.”

You felt him laugh against your lips.  “I have to,” he said quietly.  

You smiled and quickly pulled him in for a passionate kiss, and then he returned his lips down to your stomach.  He kissed all the way down, until he reached the waist of your skirt, and looked up at you for approval.  When you nodded, he slowly slid the skirt down, revealing your black underwear to match your bra, which was somewhere on the floor by the bed.

Brett kissed his way back up, making the burn between your legs even hotter.  You could already feel the large, hard erection he was hiding in his pants, and reached to unbutton his pants so you could release it.  Within a couple of moments, it was just the two of you, in your underwear.  Completely at each other’s mercy.

Brett kissed your lips gently.  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, repeating his earlier statement.  He moved his lips gently against yours, moving in sync as your lips moved together perfectly.  

You didn’t notice that Brett had been reaching downward until you felt your underwear slide down to your knees.  This revealed your throbbing womanhood to Brett, who looked all-too-excited.  The sight of it brought a smile to your face, and your eyes met his.  His green orbs were willed with love.  Adoration.  Passion.  All of it for you.  This beautiful boy was all yours.

You quickly leaned up so you could kiss his lips for a moment.  “I love you,” you said as you laid back down on the bed.

He smiled at you.  “I love you, too.”  And then, he inserted a finger into your womanhood.  It hurt a little bit, but not enough to complain.  The pain was definitely outweighed by the pleasure.  You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as he inserted a second finger, followed by a third.  You hid your face in Brett’s shoulder as you let out a low moan. 

He began to move his fingers inside of you.  Not only did the heat between your legs intensify, but so did the pleasure.  When you let out another moan, Brett lowered his head down to your core and inserted his tongue along with the fingers.

“Brett,” you moaned as you felt yourself beginning to near your climax.  You knew that Brett could sense it, by your heartbeat and your throbbing core.  You felt so good, you were finally about to release, you were so happy-

Then he stopped.  He just stopped.  He pulled out his tongue, his fingers, everything.  And he stared at you with that sexy, handsome, cocky smirk that you loved so much.  “Your first time isn’t coming from my fingers,” he said with a smile.  

You growled quietly, making him laugh.  You weren’t a werewolf, or a were-anything, so you didn’t know how to growl properly, and he found it adorable.  “That’s not fair,” you said as you looked at him.  “You better plan to finish what you started.”  The euphoria that had been building up inside of you was beginning to die down, and you squeezed your thighs together trying to hold onto it.

Brett smiled at you.  “Do you need something, y/n?”  The look on his face showed that you both knew it was a rhetorical question, he knew exactly what you needed.

“I-I need you to fuck me,” you said quietly, turning your head so you could look at the wall.

But that wasn’t good enough for him.  “Excuse me?”

You sighed.  “I said I need you to fuck me,” you said, louder this time.

His smile grew.  “I can’t hear you.  I guess if you’re not saying anything, I should put my clothes back on.”

You let out another non-realistic growl.  “I swear to god Brett Talbot if you don’t fuck me right now I will dump your sorry ass!”

He somehow smiled even wider.  “There we go.”  He slid down his grey boxers, revealing a rock-hard and ready erection.  He wasted no time in lining it  up at your womanhood’s entrance and easing himself into you.  It hurt much more than his fingers did - granted, his erection was much larger than a finger - but still not enough to make you cry out.

You locked your lips with Brett’s yet again, holding your hands on either side of his face.  “I love you,” you said quietly to him as you stared into his eyes.

He stared back into your y/e/c (your eye color) eyes.  “I love you more.”  He began moving inside of you.  Slowly at first, and gradually picking up the pace until he was pounding into you.  

When you felt him hit a certain spot inside of you, you let out a loud moan.  Brett began to suck on your sweet spot again, only amplifying your pleasure.  Before long, you felt the same feeling as before welling up in your stomach.  You could tell just by Brett’s sloppier thrusts and harder sucking on your neck, he was close too.

Brett pulled away from your neck to look into your eyes.  “Release together?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and letting out a small moan.  “On three.  One.”

Another thrust.  “Two.”

And another.  Deeper than any of the others, so much more pleasurable.  “Three.”

You both released your juices at the same time, but Brett continued thrusting for a moment.  Once your highs were over, Brett pulled himself out of you and collapsed on the bed beside you.

“Wow,” you panted.  You wanted to turn on your side to face Brett, but you were too sore.  “That was amazing.”

You didn’t need to look to know that Brett had on his signature smirk.  “I know it was.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his arm.  “Well, we wasted all our study time on this, you have to bring me home.”

He groaned and hooked his arm around you, pulling you down beside him so he could wrap his arms around you.  “Let’s just cuddle for ten minutes, then I’ll drive you home.”

You smiled and nuzzled your face into Brett’s chest, closing your eyes.  “I love you, Brett.  So much.”

You could feel him smile.  Not smirk, smile.  “I love you more,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead.

OKAY.  here’s the deal:  Yes, I have been very inactive on this blog.  I’m really sorry about that.  But I wanna start fresh.  I want to have a clean slate, away from some of the baggage I have with this blog.  I unfortunately do not think I’m in a position where I’m ready to write maze runner imagines.  However, I AM ready to start writing teen wolf imagines again.  So, if you’d like to see me be consistent with posting for teen wolf (possibly on a new blog, just an fyi), just send me a message, or a fanmail, or ask it as a question.  Because I’d really like to start up again, but I’m afraid nobody will read it.

Guys, I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  I haven’t written for this blog in forever and I feel awful about it.  Recently, my best friend decided she would be happier without me in her life, and the fandoms this blog is based off of is basically what caused us to become friends in the first place.  My life is hell without her, and these fandoms just remind me of her, so I’m sorry to say I’m gonna be taking a break for a while.  BUT, I have other blogs I’ll write on if you send me requests!  There’s 

www.heroesofolympusimagines.tumblr.com

www.hogwartsimagining.tumblr.com

www.teamtenimagines.tumblr.com

I’ll probably be doing a lot on my Team 10 one because right now Team 10 is my life and it’s a brand new blog (I legit made it like 10 minutes ago).  But yeah if you wanna go check me out on any of those blogs I’d be more than happy to write those requests for you!  Just mention you’re coming from this blog, and I’ll start working on your imagine right away to make up for me not posting.  Thank you and, again, I’m so sorry.

guys I just posted my first smut.  I’m really sorry if it was bad, but I’m willing to write it now so if anyone has a request I’ll gladly do it

SMUT WARNING!  For anyone unfamiliar with the term, it means there is sexual content ahead!  Read at your own risk!!

“Okay,” you said as you looked down at the homework sitting in your lap, as you began to hit some buttons on your calculator.  “The longer side of the triangle is the hypotenuse, and we don’t have a measurement for that so we’re finding the tangent…”  You stopped talking when you realized that your boyfriend wasn’t even paying attention to what you were saying.  He was just staring at you with a smile on his face.  “Liam, we need to study.”

“Sorry,” he said, snapping out of his daze.  “It’s just that you’re…  So beautiful.”  He moved his homework from his lap so he could lean over, and he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Solve the next problem and I’ll kiss you,” you said with a smile.

He smiled back at you before grabbing his work and quickly doing out the problem.  He finished it a minute later, then looked at you with a cocky grin.  “Done.”

You rolled your eyes and moved your work from your lap, so you could lean over to kiss him.  He put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he connected your lips.  

You kissed him back for a moment before pulling away to continue working.  “There, you got your prize.”

He looked at you for a moment, a smile on his face.  “I want a little more than that, y/n.”

You shook your head.  “We’ve never gone that far, Liam.  Besides, we’re working.”

“We can work after,” he said as he brushed a piece of your hair away from your neck, so he could leave a gentle kiss there.  “Plus, now’s a good  time to start as ever.”

You looked down at your work, not meeting his eyes.  “I don’t know how…”

“Let me show you.”  He moved your work again, then pulled you over to him and positioned him so you were straddling him.  “This is always a good place to start.”  He leaned in and kissed you gently.

You kissed him back slowly, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, but stopping when you felt the fabric of your shirt beginning to move.  You moved your hands to cover his, and gently pushed the shirt back down.  “N-no…”

He nodded slowly and let go of the shirt.  “I’m sorry, I took it a little too far.”

You shook your head.  “No, it’s not you.  I’m just…”  You hugged your arms around yourself, still not looking at him.  “Afraid.”

He pushed some of your hair out of your face, and his hand trailed down to cup your cheek and make you look up at him.  “What are you afraid of…?”

You sighed.  “That you’re not going to like what you see,” you said quietly.

He gently kissed you yet again, then looked into your y/e/c eyes.  “I’m sure you’re beautiful, y/n.”  

You took a deep breath, and slowly reached for the hem of your shirt.  You pulled it off, reveling your plain black bra to Liam.  

He smiled at you, and quickly removed his own shirt.  “There, now it’s fair.”  

You admired his body for a moment, smiling to yourself.  You’d never seen him shirtless before, though you’d been dating for months by that point.  You kissed him again, and you slowly felt something poking into your leg.  You looked down to realize it was a bulge in his pants.

He kissed you again.  He licked your bottom lip and you granted his tongue entrance to your mouth, and you immediately let him win dominance.  “Let me know if you want me to stop, if you think we’ve gone too far.”

You had a strange feeling between your legs.  You knew it meant you were turned on, as Malia called it.  “I’ll let you know.”

The two of you kissed for another moment, before he slowly reached for the waistband of your leggings.  He looked at you for approval, and when you nodded he quickly pulled them off of you.

You were left in only your underwear and your bra, and your face blushed pink.  You looked down at your body, then quickly hugged your arms to yourself again in an effort to hide it.

Liam gently moved your arms and began to kiss your neck.  “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he began to kiss downward, going from your neck to the valley between your breasts.  

You moved yourself slightly so you were even closer to Liam, causing your leg to brush against the bulge.  He let out a moan and pulled you closer by your hips.

He then pulled away from you, looking into your eyes.  “Do you trust me?”

You nodded slowly, nervous yet excited for what he was going to do.  “Y-yes, I trust you,” you said.

He flipped you over so you were laying on the bed, and kissed his way from your neck all the way down to your hips.  He gently pushed your legs apart and looked at your womanhood for a moment before inserting one finger into it.

“Ow!” you said as you looked down at his hand.  “That hurts!”

“You just need to adjust to it,” he said as he slowly inserted another digit.  His hand stayed there for a moment as the pain subsided, and you looked at him.  

“Okay, I’ve adjusted.  Now what?”

He smiled at you and gently began pumping his fingers inside of you.  You let out a moan as the great feeling of pleasure began to take over your body.  You tangled your hands in his hair as he quickly switched his fingers for his tongue, and he licked your core as you moaned.  

Soon, you felt some sort of a knot in your stomach.  “L-Liam…” you said, hardly able to get his name out of your lips before the knot disappeared, and you released.  You felt a sort of euphoria that you’d never experienced, and laid back on the bed.  He quickly licked you clean, then sat up to kiss you.  You looked at him as you kissed, then pulled away and looked into his eyes.  “What can I do…  To make you feel like that?”

He smiled at you.  “I’m glad you asked.”  He quickly removed his pants and underwear, which you’d forgotten he was still wearing.  

You slowly crawled out from under him and reached for his hard member, which was finally free from the cage known as his navy blue boxers.  You gently touched the tip of it, and slid your finger upward to the base.  You looked to Liam for approval, but he wasn’t looking at you.  His eyes were closed and his head was leaning back, with a smile on his face.  “What…  What do I do now?”

He slowly opened his eyes and took your hands, closing them around his member.  “Just pump it, okay?”  He guided your hands for a moment then let go, letting you do the work.  You remembered him using his mouth on you, and you decided to do the same.  You lowered yourself down to cock level and took him into your mouth until you felt as if you were going to gag.  You slowly bobbed your head up and down, causing him to moan.  “And you say you’re inexperienced,” he said with a laugh.

You chuckled, sending vibrations up his member.  He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could make a sound there was a hot liquid in the back of your throat.  Seeing as he ate the substance that came from you before, you swallowed it down and looked at him.

You were quickly beneath him again, and he was holding himself above you with one arm as he positioned his member at your entrance.  

“This is going to hurt,” he said to you quietly.  “Adjust to it, then let me know when you’re okay.  Okay?”

You nodded, and he eased himself into you.  Your eyes watered slightly from the pain, but he was quick to kiss the tears away, then place a kiss on your lips.  “I’m good,” you said to him after a moment.

He began to move, slowly at first then gradually picking up speed.  It felt even better than what he’d done before, and you tangled your hands in his hair as you kissed him again.  

“Faster,” you said, noticing how when he sped up the pleasure intensified.  He obeyed your command, and your head lolled against your pillows.  Soon you felt the same knot in your stomach as you’d felt before.  “Liam!”

“I’m close too,” he said, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier.  Soon you released all over him, which also sent him over the edge.  He slowly pulled out of you and laid beside you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips.  “Did you enjoy that?”

You nodded enthusiastically with a smile on your face.  “We’re definitely gonna have to do that again.”

He smiled.  “I couldn’t agree more.  I love you.”

“I love you too.”  You laid there for a moment, then sat up.  “But we really do need to finish our homework.”

He laughed and reached up to pull you back down beside him.  “Later, okay?  Right now, we’ll rest.”

This is the first smut I’ve ever written.  Did I do okay?  I’m sorry if it isn’t that good

Hey guys… Yeah, I know I haven’t posted a lot lately. I’m sorry. I write when I’m heartbroken and I’m in my biggest heartbreak yet right now, so I plan to clear out the ask box. Now, question: I’ve been trying to start writing smut and stuff. If I wrote one, would anyone want me to put it on this blog?

alloftheimaginesblog:

twwolfimagines:

twwolfimagines:

team-nice-dynamitee:

voodoo92:

heynawa:

bootyshortscronus:

thenightmaregeneral:

iammadscientist:

((extra points for smut)

i will be so happy if you do this holy shit yes

please do it and i will love you forever

Someone please

Oh my god please. Someone, anyone… I will love you forever.

Please do this

PLEASEEEEE

Can someone please do this for me and cheer me up i will love you eternally (i already do but still)? Any characters, any scenario. Funny, angsty, sad, happy; whatever! :) xxxx

I DARE YOU! ;)

How bout it, guys?

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