80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #8- *Temporary Fix

Pure Smut

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"Izzy."
I whined pathetically into his ear.

"We're almost to the Hell House babe."
He said from his place underneath me in the backseat.

"Want you."
I said quietly.

"I know, baby, I know."
He said putting my head in the crook of his neck with his right hand.

I squirmed in his lap at the uncomfortable feeling of my panties sticking to me from how wet I was. Embarrassing really. See, you might think me and Izzy are dating but we aren't. More like, say, the other's temporary fix. We fuck when the opportunity is there, like tonight, we were at the same bar, danced around, had a few drinks, and now we both need a fix. Other times, he calls, or I call, which is usually when we really need to relieve some stress.

"Izzy."
I whined again.

"Pulling into the driveway baby. Want me to carry you in?"
He whispered into my ear.

I nodded and Izzy chuckled before moving my legs to straddle him before maneuvering the two of us out of the car, into the Hell House, and into his room. The boys were all either asleep in the car (aside from Duff considering he drove home) or passed out as soon as they got into their own rooms.

Izzy gently sat down on his bed, me still sitting in his lap, before tangling his fingers into my hair and pulling my head back to look at him. I moaned at the harsh tug.

"My girl feeling needy?"
He asked, causing my face to turn red as I nodded.

With that Izzy gently pushed his lips to mine, a satisfied groan leaving both of our mouths. He gently swiped his tongue on my bottom lip wanting me to let him in. I obliged and opened my mouth the give him access, allowing his tongue to dance with mine.

Izzy flipped us over so he was hovering over me, his forearms holding his weight. He continued to softly mouth at my lips before taking my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it softly before letting it snap back into place from his teeth. I whined at the action and bucked my hips into his.

"What's the matter, baby? Want something? Feeling a little empty?"
Izzy whispered into my ear before nipping it causing a shiver to go down my spine.

"Please, Izzy."
I whined pathetically.

"Tell me what you want June. Say it."
He whispered hotly.

"Touch me. Please, Iz, I can't take it."
I whimpered out.

Izzy didn't say anything back, he just attached his lips to my neck. Sucking and biting here and there to leave love bites. He slowly worked his way down to where the neckline of my t-shirt was.

"Can I take it off?"
He mumbled into my neck.

"Yes."
I gasped out, his mouth doing wonders to my sweet spot.

Izzy lifted my shirt off my body and threw it on the floor before working his way down to the valley of my boobs. He then took a nipple into his mouth considering I wasn't wearing a bra.
After showing the same affection to the other side, he continued kissing down my stomach down to where my spandex were.

"Can I take these off?"
He asked snapping the waistband against my skin lightly.

"You don't have to ask, Izzy."
I told him as I attempted to catch my breath.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
He reminded me.
When I didn't respond, he took that as a sign to keep going. Izzy gently slid both my spandex and underwear off at once. He then forced my thighs open, pinning them down with his hands.