Imagine you're walking to a club with your friend, when suddenly you are dragged into an alleyway by a strong pair of arms. You go to scream but before you can, you hear a soft and sexy voice in your ear. "Shh...it's just me, angel." You immediately recognize the voice as Jimmy Page, your boyfriend. "James. Patrick. Page." You scold. "You scared the living /shit/ out of me!" He chuckles slightly at your words. "Sorry, love." He coos into your ear. "I just really wanted to fuck." Your eyes widen slightly before you pull him into a passionate kiss. He groans with pleasure and slides his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours. You grab his bum and he pushes you against the wall, pulling both yours and his pants down. He pushes into you slowly, causing both of you to moan with pleasure. "J-jimmy..." You manage to get out in a breathy voice. "What is it, my angel?" He says silkily. You growl. "Faster." He obliges completely and ravages you against the wall while kissing you hard and passionately. "Fuck!" You moan as your orgasm washes over you in a wave of pleasure. His follows soon after. He pulls out of you and pulls his pants up. You're holding into his shoulders, a quivering mess. "I love you, you naughty girl." He purrs sexily in your ear.
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Imagines
FanfictionJust a bunch of Queen, Led Zeppelin, and David Bowie imagines. Hope ya like 'em. (Warning: Some of these contain smut, so read at your own risk *devious laughter*)
