random character imagines (Requests Are Open)

Guy of your choice:smut

Y/G/N stands for Your Guys Name btw
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The evening started off with a sizzling atmosphere in the kitchen. Y/G/N, an expert chef in his own right, was busy preparing a romantic dinner for his girlfriend. He meticulously chopped vegetables, his strong fingers skillfully handling the knife, while his mind wandered to the woman he adored. You stood behind him, watching intently, feeling a familiar heat building up between your thighs as you admired the way his muscles flexed under his tight t-shirt. You couldn't keep your hands off this man who had ignited a fire within you.

Your hands trailed down Y/G/N's chest, your touch light and teasing. You loved the way his body tensed in response, sensing his anticipation and desire. Leaning in close, you whispered seductively into his ear, "You know, you look so good when you cook, I would gladly eat you but then the dinner would have to wait." Y/G/N's breath hitched as your warm breath tickled his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"You're a tease, Y/N," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "But I'm not complaining." He turned around, his eyes locking with yours, and pulled you close for a deep, passionate kiss. Your lips melded together, tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm, tasting and exploring each other with growing hunger.

As the kiss intensified, your hands roamed over Y/G/N's body, mapping every inch of his firm chest and abs. You unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his sculpted torso, and ran your fingers through the light trail of hair that led down to his waistband. Y/G/N's hands were equally busy, sliding under your blouse, caressing the soft skin of your lower back.

"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable," Y/G/N suggested, his voice thick with arousal. He knew the dinner could wait; your hunger for each other was far more urgent.

You made your way to the living room, your lips never parting, hands exploring feverishly. You pushed Y/G/N onto the sofa, climbing on top of him, your skirt riding up your lace-clad thighs. Brian's hands immediately went to your hips, pulling you closer, your groins pressing together through your clothes .

"I want you so bad," you whispered, your breath hot against his neck. You began grinding your hips, your wetness leaving a damp spot on his jeans. Y/G/N groaned, the sensation of your soft, warm body against his hardening ©•ck driving him wild.

With nimble fingers, Y/G/N unhooked your bra, revealing your perfect b®€asts (because they are perfect). He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nippl€s, causing you to arch your back and moan with pleasure. "You're so fucking beautiful," he rasped, his eyes dark with desire.

You sat up, straddling his waist, and began unbuttoning his jeans. You wanted to feel his naked skin against yours, to take control and ®ide him until you both exploded with pleasure. With a quick motion, you freed his rigid ©ock, stroking it gently, marveling at its thickness and length.

"Fuck, Y/N/N," Y/G/N gasped, his hands gripping your thighs as you positioned yourself above him. "You're killing me."

Slowly, teasingly, you lowered yourself onto his shaft, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. You bit your lip, savoring the exquisite fullness as you took him inch by inch. Y/G/N eyes were locked on yours, watching you take him in, his hands now on your hips, guiding your movements.

"Ride me, baby," he urged, his voice strained with need.

You began to move, your hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. You lifted yourself almost all the way up, then sank back down, taking him deep inside you, your juices flowing freely, coating his shaft. Y/G/N's eyes rolled back as he felt your tight, wet heat engulfing him, your puss¥ gripping him like a silken glove.

"Faster, baby," he groaned, his hands squeezing your a§s, encouraging you to pick up the pace.

You complied, your breath coming in short gasps as you ®ode him harder, your br€asts bouncing with each thrust. You leaned forward, your nippl€s brushing against his chest, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

Y/G/N's hands traveled up your body, cupping your br£asts, pinching your nippl€s, sending jolts of pleasure through you. "You feel so good," he whispered, his mouth finding your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites.

Your orgasm began to build, your ¢lit rubbing against his pubic bone with every downward stroke. "Oh, Y/G/N, I'm close," you panted, your movements becoming more frantic.

Y/G/N's hands moved to your ¢lit, his thumb rubbing the sensitive bud in firm circles. "¢um for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire.

Your body tensed, every muscle tightening as the pleasure spiraled out of control. You cried out, your walls clenching around his shaft as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Y/G/N felt your hot juices gush onto his c0ck, your puss¥ pulsating around him, and it was all he could do to hold on.

"I'm gonna ¢um, Y/N/N," he groaned, his own release building.

You lifted yourself up, then slammed back down, taking him to the root. "¢um inside me," you demanded, your voice raw with passion.

Y/G/N's c0ck twitched, and with a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into you, filling you with his hot s€ed. You collapsed onto his chest, your sweat-slicked bodies clinging to one another as your hearts pounded in unison.

As your breathing slowed, you smiled, satisfied. "Dinner can wait a little longer, I think."

Y/G/N chuckled, his hands stroking your back. "I think you're right. We can always order takeout later."

And with that, you surrendered to the afterglow, your hunger sated, at least for the moment.
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A/N: I hope this doesn't get taken down,lol...

Anywho this is a BIG step into the sMuT themes I have planed so stay tuned