Teen Wolf Imagines.

Truly, Madly, Deeply / Jackson Whittemore

warnings: smut; slight mention of sexual harassment, mention of anger management, mild swearing

"Why are you such an ass?!"
Your voice carried across the room, seeming to bounce off the walls. You flung your hands in the air, staring at your boyfriend in anger and frustration. He sighed audibly, obviously not happy with your accusation.
"I don't try to be an ass!" he exclaimed in reply, "I'm just naturally a jerk. I don't try to be, believe me!"
Your eyebrows shot up at that. "You're 'naturally' a jerk? What kind of excuse is that?! Jackson, you fucking hit that poor guy in the movie theater just for flirting with me!"
"He grabbed your ass, what was I supposed to do?!"
You squeezed your eyes shut. "Okay, he did grab my butt, and that was wrong of him, but I had it under control! You don't need to fight my battles for me, and you most certainly didn't need to hit the guy! You could've just told him to kindly leave me alone. But no! You just had to let your anger get the best of you!"
"I'm sorry, okay. You know I'm trying to work on my anger. But that guy...he took things too far. He shouldn't have put his hands on you, he deserved what he got."
You let out a sigh, and stepped over to him, placing your hand on his arms. "I understand that, but like I said, I had things under control. Jackson, I appreciate you trying to help, I really do. But you have to learn when enough is enough!"
At that, he let out a huff and leaned against the wall of your living room. "I'm sorry. It's just...you're my girlfriend, I hate that other guys think they can just flirt with you or touch you without your consent."
You mimicked his position, leaning beside him against the wall. "I can take care of myself."
At that, he let a frustrated groan fall from his mouth. "Don't you get it? I love you! I can't stand it that other people just want to treat you like an object! You're not an object, you're a girl, you're my girl."
You relaxed a little, any anger you'd felt slowly dissipating, replaced by surprised. "You...you love me?"
He met your gaze. "Of course I do."
You placed your hand against his neck. "It's just that...you've never said that to me before. Do you really mean it?"
He touched the hand that you'd placed on his neck. "Yes, I do mean it."
"I-I love you too," you softly replied, your heart swelling in your chest.
"I'll try to work on not freaking out as much," he told you with a small smile.
"And I'll try to be more understanding when you do freak out."
He smiled again, and then brought your hand to his mouth to press his lips to your palm. You watched him as he did so, and you brought your body closer to his.
"Kiss me," you whispered.
He obliged, bringing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss, but it wasn't enough for your liking. "No," you mumbled against his mouth, "kiss me like you mean it."
At that, he grinned against your lips before kissing you deeper than before. He pressed his body against you so that there was no space at all. The kiss was fierce and beautiful, and it lit a fire within you.
"Jackson, I-I want you, all of you," you whispered to him, and he looked at you with questioning eyes.
"You want to have sex? Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. I can't think of a better person to do it with than you."
"Alright, we'll do it then."
You grabbed him again, locking your lips for another heated kiss. Jackson lifted both of your legs, hooking them around his waist and holding you up against the wall. He removed his lips from your mouth, opting to trail them down your jaw. He moved agonizingly slow, using his teeth to gently bite at your delicate skin, sending shockwaves of bliss through your body.
You slipped your arms around his shoulders as he worked, letting a gasp escape as he found the sensitive spot just below your ear. He smiled at your reaction, carefully beginning to suck your skin.
He pulled your top down a ways, exposing the top swell of your breasts. He kissed and nipped at them, eliciting whimpers from you. Suddenly, his hand was between your legs, rubbing your covered core. You could feel the dampness that had already begun to form between your legs, and you realized that you needed him. Now.
"Just fuck me already," you whispered into his ear.
Immediately, he let you down from where he'd been holding you, then leading you to the couch. "How do you wanna do it, baby? Do you want to be on top, or do you want me to be?" He inquired.
"I want to be on top."
"Alright." He moved to join your lips again, but you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. "Let me...let me try something, okay?"
"Okay."
You gently pushed his chest. "Sit down," you instructed, trying to act confident even though you were feeling a little nervous.
Jackson complied to your wishes, promptly taking a seat on the couch. You straddled him, kissing him again, opting to grind your hips down on him. A groan left his throat, and his hands found your hips. He looked up at you, biting his lip as he watched you move.
"You're so beautiful, baby," he murmured.
You flipped your hair over your shoulder in attempt to get it out of the way. Then you leaned back and pulled your top off, along with your bra, tossing it off to some unbeknownst place. Then you rose from Jackson's lap, sliding out of your jeans. He moved to take his own pants off, but you stopped him.
"Let me do that." You knelt down, unbuckling his belt, and then sliding his pants down to his ankles. He then removed his boxers, watching as you slipped your silky underwear down your legs, discarding them as you finally straddled him again.
You helped him take off his shirt, leaving you both completely bare and exposed to one another. You reached down, positioning him with you before you finally sunk down onto him. Both of you sighed at the feeling, and you pressed your forehead to his.
"Move," he whispered, and you obliged.
You began grinding your hips again, but the feeling was so much different with him inside of you. It was so much better. He held tightly to your hips, helping you move. You looked down to where your bodies met, letting out a loud whimper as you did so.
In addition to you grinding on him, he began to thrust upwards, his mouth falling open as he did so. "Oh god," he gasped, moving to press a warm, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. You placed your arms loosely around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
You loved him, and you knew that this, right here and now, was exactly how you were meant to be, together as one. It felt so natural, like you'd been created for this very moment.
You began to move faster, wanting so badly to feel more friction. The feeling was so intense, but so marvelous at the same time. You held tightly to Jackson, your nails imprinting upon his skin, marking him as your own.
"B-baby, you feel so good inside me," you whimpered, and he groaned in reply, his chest heaving against your own.
"Faster," he whispered, looking up at you as if you were the most beautiful creature in existence.
You quickened your pace, the sound of skin against skin filling your ears. You both were out of breath, gasping, moaning and whimpering.
Your skin was becoming warm, your body heat rising. His touch felt like fire, but only the best kind. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth came open, a small squeaking sound coming from you as you felt warmth erupt in your abdomen, sending shockwaves to your fingertips and toes.
You were breathing so hard and fast, you felt as if you might pass out. Jackson was becoming louder, vocalizing his pleasure. He tightened his grip on you, and you were sure there'd be bruises later on, but frankly, you didn't care in the least. You just wanted to reach your climax.
"Oh, fuck," Jackson hissed, his head falling against the back of the couch, his eyes fluttering shut. His mouth was open, releasing loud moans, "baby, keep going."
You whimpered, rocking your hips roughly, the pleasure becoming almost too much for you to bear. Jackson was a moaning mess beneath you, and his back arched up from the couch.
"O-oh my god!" he exclaimed, "don't stop! Fuck, baby, I'm coming."
His body shuddered as he found his release, his head hitting your shoulder as he cried out your name. You kept moving, carrying him through his high, hoping to reach your own in the process.
Finally, you did. "Jackson!" you yelped, your core throbbing around him, your body trembling as you reached the most intense sensation you had ever felt. White seemed to cloud your vision, and fireworks went off in your tummy. A shriek ripped itself from your throat, and afterwards, you fell against him, a sweaty, gasping mess. But you felt amazing.
"You were so good, babe," Jackson whispered into your ear.
You slid off of him, offering him a smile. "You weren't so bad yourself."
He stood up with you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist. "If only you could understand how much I love you."
You touched his face. "I think I do understand."
"Really?"
"Yes."
It was clear to you that when he loved someone, he didn't just simply love them, he loved them with every part of his mind, body and soul. He loved like a wildfire, so intensely and unabashedly. To be loved by Jackson was like being loved by the galaxy.
To be loved by Jackson was to be loved truly, madly, deeply.

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