Imagine...
You were at your high school reunion, talking to one of your old class mates, who, to be fair was standing a little too close for you, but you brushed it off as him not being able to hear you in the loud room.
"So, what are you doing after this?" He asks, as you take a sip of your lemonade.
"Well, my boyfriend and I are going out." You say over the rim of your glass, your eyes scanning the packed room looking for your special someone.
"Oh? Is he here now?" You shake your head.
"He's finishing up work at the office,"
"He let you come here alone?" Your old friend whistles, shaking his head. "I'd never let you leave the house looking this hot," Back in the day, you would've become a blushing mess. But now, now you were a whole different person.
"Good thing I'm not dating you," You say with a coy smile, as a familiar scent fills your nose.
"Not dating who?" Your boyfriend muses, as he turns you in his arms, lifting your chin up to share a passionate kiss, and as your hips rock back slightly, you get the feeling he's more than a little excited.
"Oh, we were talking about you, and he said he wouldn't let me leave the house looking this hot," You say, gesturing to the black satin dress that adorned your body, as y/bf/n's eyes darken, as his hands slide down from your waist to your hips.
"I just wouldn't want other guys looking at her," The fellow explains, shifting on his feet slightly.
"Oh, I don't mind guys looking at her with this dress," Y/bf/n admits, as he presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. "'cause at the end of the night, it'll be me between her thighs," With a crude smirk, your boyfriend leads you out of the packed hotel, straight to the elevator- the private elevator, which lead directly to the presidential suite.
~spicy times, skip away to the playground if you don't wanna read <33~
The second the large, metal doors close, you're pushed up against the wall, with your boyfriend's lips on yours, one of his hands sliding up under your dress, stroking your clothed heat, as you moan desperately.
"Look at you, my sweet angel," he groans into your mouth, as he slips two fingers into your panties, your breath shuttering as he continues to stroke your folds, his thumb finding your bundle of nerves as your hips buck, and your knees threaten to give out.
"Oh look at my angle!" He mocks as he presses his thumb harder against your clit, as your eyes rolled back, "I've barely even gotten started and you're already soaking my fingers... hmmm... who makes you feel like this, my sweet angel?"
"You," The words sound breathy and pathetic, even to your own ears, but you're too caught up to even care. Too desperate to let go of the pull in your stomach.
"Cum for me baby," His words are music to your ears, as you clench around his fingers, your toes curling in your stupidly high, high heels, as you lean your full weight against him, as you succumb to the immense pleasure.
"Such a good girl," he coos, as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them, as you fight a blush from your cheeks, hoping he doesn't notice. But, the observant bastard does, and tuts at your red cheeks. "Oh don't get all shy now, angel, we have all night left!"
~~~~~
Written: 15/May/2022
Woooo- Kinda short, but I needed a break from reviewing maths formulas!!
I hope you like it, ZyonHeads <3333
Have a great day everyone <33
-Outcastkido
YOU ARE READING
Mafia Imagines
RomanceI always wanted a book to read with my own name, and always wanted to write a book on here so here is my compromised issue: Mafia Imagines. Stories all for you, with your very own customisable mafia boyfriend/husband. I apologise for any spelling er...
