Crush Imagines

His mom walks in on you two (Long)

This imagine just came to me pretty much as a rough sketch and while I'm typing it I make it come to life! Enjoy ;)

You walked over to your boyfriend Ben's house. You were a senior in high school and obviously had a car, but he lived two houses down from you and it happened to be a beautiful spring day.
You had on a striped blue and white hollister t-shirt, Capri khakis, and converse. It was after school and you already had on your usual foundation and mascara, and your hair was in a side French braid around the back; a hairstyle you had become very found of throughout the years.
You were wicked excited to see him because he has diabetes, and woke up with a really bad nosebleed that morning so he stayed home from school and you promised to come after to be with him.
You walked up his stone path and rang the doorbell. After about 30 seconds, topless Ben opens the door and greets you.
"Shae! You came!"
He practically screamed and you giggled.
"Oh course I came. I wouldn't miss quality time with my B-bear!"
He smiled and pulled me inside. He closed the door and he embraced me in a nice warm bear hug. I loved his bear hugs so much.
I pulled out and looked up at his face, which was about four or five inches higher than my own. His black hair stuck up in all directions like Harry Potter and his dark green eyes stared into my blue ones. I cracked a laugh and we chuckled together.
"C'mon Shae lets go watch a movie."
"K."
We race each other up the caramel colored carpeted stairs and enter his room. It was definitely a lot cleaner than the last time I'd seen it, and the only messy things were an empty water bottle and an unmade bed. But I give in to the compulsion and give myself a small pinch on the wrist.As you can tell, I'm slightly OCD and have panic disorder so sometimes it's hard to deal with a mess when you just want everything spotless and organized. I love Ben, but he's just not like that.
He grabs his laptop and I slip my converse off. We hop onto his bed and end up watching Step Brothers with Will Ferrel. It's so god damn hilarious and I couldn't wait to die with laughter like I do everytime I watch it.
When it starts, he gets up and closes his curtains and shuts off his lamp. Ben was a master at "setting the mood" for us. He climbed back and I snuggled closely into his toned chest. Ben practically radiates heat, even without a shirt.
He wraps his arm all the way around my stomach, protecting me fiercely.
Throughout the movie, I couldn't catch my breath and tears were in my eyes cause I was laughing so hard. I glanced over at Ben, who paused the movie and was bending over clutching his stomach and laughing like a school boy.
"Feuf, ugh, holy shit!" He exclaims, as I sit and stare at his face, occasionally chuckling because of his reaction and because of when the grown men hammered their beds together and one fell on top of the other in the film.
'What dickheads,' I thought to myself. Meanwhile, Ben had relieved himself, while I sat there wiping my eyes carful of my not-waterproof mascara.
Ben and I are the type of couple that have been together since like 8th grade, so we share no awkward moments usually. This situation wasn't awkward, but I could feel the sexual tension boiling between us. We locked eyes for a couple seconds before Ben blurted out, "You're so hot when you laugh."
The sexual frustration hit its boiling point, and that was my cue.
I cuffed his wrists against the bed and straddled his lower stomach. I bent down and we started to make out. It started to get a little farther, and while kissing my sweet spot ( behind my ear) Ben whispered, "My moms not home," and in my moaning state, I just responded with "Ugh, let's fuck this shi,.. Uppp., auhhah.."
He flipped us over with me on the bottom. He came in between my legs and I wrapped them around his ass. His cushiony, huge, glorious ass.
I raked my fingers through the back of his hair and accidentally pulled a little on it too hard. But the outcome was not what I expected it to be: a throaty groan. So being me, I did it multiple times after that, making my self wetter and wetter every time.
I started to hear faint footsteps coming up the stairs outside his room. So I tried to warn him. Ben was in the middle of leaving a nice hickey on my neck, so when I moaned softly, "Ben" it sounded like I was begging for him to continue.
The footsteps got louder. The person was halfway up the stairs by now.
He was tongue kissing me, so in the middle of all that, I was humming his name. Didn't work either. He just got rock harder. Kind of worked, but not with the footsteps.
They were right outside the door now.
The door opened quietly and in came no one other than Ben mom, Sandie.
He didn't even notice her when she entered. I saw her the second she came in, and I tried to tell Ben to get off me. Her eyes got wide for half a second, until she smiled sweetly when she realized the situation. I could tell she was going walk out, so I remembered something they taught us in third grade when we had classic self defensive classes in gym. I knew where every man's weakness was, where no man wanted to be kicked, especially by his girlfriend. Also known as "nuts" and "where the sun don't shine". The balls.
I took my right foot off his ass and nicked him hard in the dick.
Ben immediately broke away. "Why'd you do tha-"
Sandie cleared her throat and raised her eyebrow. She's wicked nice, but obviously hates when Ben is stupid and oblivious. I'd be too if I were her.
He turned his head slowly, dreading her eyes. He smiled sheepishly. "Hi,.. Mom.?." I smirked. Awkward....