Fandom Imagines

Matthew Espinosa

MAGCON: warning explicit contents.

you turn your head frequently checking if your food ready to be delivered to your table. you zone in and out of your parents conversations. It was your sisters 21st birthday and the whole family had come to dinner to celebrate and a local restaurant everyone loved.

you tap your fingers on your table as you glance down sneaking your phone out of your clutch and texting your best friend. you slip your phone back and run your hands through you hair when you feel a hot contents being thrown out your lap.

"shit" you shriek brush off the burning food onto the floor, you glance up to see a young boy, 16 - 18 he bends down and tries to clean up the spaghetti and meatballs from the dinning room floor.

"I'm so terrible sorry" you smile "it's fine, don't worry accidents happen" you try and be polite. He runs his fingers through his blonde quiff "again I'm terribly sorry I'll give you a discount" he states handing you a napkin you take it and try to rub the red sauce stain that's prominent on your white body con dress.

your father clears his throat and gives the poor waiter a hard time "I'd like to speak to your manager" he looks nervous he nods "ill go get him sir" "dad! it was an accident" you try to reason with him. you stand from your seat and announce your departure "where are the rest rooms?" you ask the waiter "over- I'll show you" you follow him across the restaurant to the bathrooms.

"wait here" he gestures running into the men's room and returning with a damp cloth. he start damping against your dress trying to get rid of the stains. you bite your lip as he starts to stroke near your crotch. he seems nervous so you decide to make him sweat.

"mhmm" you moan. he stops and looks up and you smirking "you like that?" he questions. you try to be serious but you just burst into laughter, he straightens up when he catches on. "funny" he scowls placing the dirty napkin in the hamper "I've lost my job and I haven't even finished my first shift" he shakes his head.

you instantly feel bad knowing your fathers having harsh words with his manager likely getting him fired "worst job ever?" he nods "the worst, I even spilt spaghetti on a pretty girl" you let a smile creep in your lips and step closer to him running your fingers along his collar "well.." you drift off looking for a name badge "Matthew, let me make it up to you".

you press your lips to his as he kisses back pushing your into the men's room and onto the bench top. you part your legs so he can slid his body in-between you deepening the kiss. his hands travel down to your waist squeezing them before you push him back and drop on your knees.

you start palming him through his boxers when he lets out a throaty moan. You spring it free and bring it to your lips when you stand up and adjust your skirt fixing your hair and strutting out of the rest room turning to look at him once more "you owe me $180 this dress was fucking expensive".

his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, you smirk and then turn to start walking back to the table when you hear a scream from the rest room. you smile and sit down "let's eat".