The Wanted Imagines

Dirty Imagine

"I told you I'm not good at clubbing." You tell Jay, helping him stumble into the apartment. He giggled and pressed a slimy wet kiss against your cheek, his breath was heavy with alcohol.

"I wuv you." He slurred out, tripping over his own two feet. You laugh and help him into the bedroom where you begin getting ready to go to bed. It was two in the morning and you had work tomorrow.

You begin changing into pajamas when you turn around to see Jay taking his clothes off.

"What are you doing?" You laugh as he struggles with the buttons on his shirt.

"Sex." He slurs, finally deciding to take his shirt off by pulling it over his head.

"Jay, no, you're drunk." You sigh, throwing him a pajama shirt from his drawer.

"I am not." He pouts. He creeps up behind you and grabs you around the waist. You squeal as he lays you on the bed and crawls on top of you, kissing you hard. You can't resist letting your hands run through his curly hair.

His hands travel down your body, caressing you. As you're about to tell him to stop and go to sleep, he slips his boxers off and begins kissing down your neck. He takes off the rest of your clothes and trails kisses from top to bottom.

You get caught up in the moment and the next thing you know, you are both panting laying beside each other after making love.