Jonas Brothers Imagines/Preferences

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"you can't just do that nick!" you scream, some part of you wondering if the neighbors can hear you. "you can't just leave for a month without a warning, or, or a god damn message!" you put your hands on your waist, feeling anger wash over your body.

"look, its hard enough as it is leaving you, i didn't want to see you all sad!"

"so you tell me the day of?" you hiss. "the day of your departure? honestly, you're fucking sick. i could have prepared myself but no, i have to wake up to you telling me you leave in six hours for a four month tour!"

"stop getting mad!" nick shouts, trying to pull you close to him.

"don't touch me!" you scream, loosening yourself from his grip.

he states at you, his brow furrowed, hating seeing you like this.

"don't be angry with me." he breathes out.

"bullshit." you say.

he grabs ahold of you with his strong arms and pulls you close. you start to fight back but you're no challenge to him.

"listen to me!" he's yelling at you. "i love you!"

"bullshit!" you scream, still trying to escape.

he shakes you violently. "i love you!"

you give up, falling into a cry.

"you're not going to be mad at me." he threatens. "not when im leaving."

"im pretty stubborn, too, nick, you can't just boss me around."

he purses his lips, thinking this over.

"watch me win." he says.

he throws you onto the bed face up.

"you're not going to win, you hear me?" he says, cracking his knuckles.

you begin to squirm but he pins you down onto the bed shaking his head no.

"nick..." you say, pissed.

"shut up." he kisses you hard, pulling back to see you're still angry.

"you're not going to be angry with me," he repeats.

he pulls your legs down around him, making you lose your focus.

"i always win." he states.

you begin to kick him, but he holds you down, making you realize you have no choice but to lose control.

"i always win." he raises his voice, spreading your legs, and pulling your panties down enough with his teeth so that he can dive in.

you gasp for air, feeling his tongue insert in you, finding your clit and biting it gently.

you arch your back, finding oxygen is proving rather difficult. his tongue rubs you in every direction, making your head crash into the headboard. you pull at his curls, hoping it hurts him, but thanking him as well.

you feel your skin cover in goosebumps as he joins his finger with his tongue.

now he's in you in more than one way.

you call out his name but he can't hear you, your thighs so tight around his head, making him know he's doing you right.

you feel your bottom half go limp.

"im not going to leave knowing you're angry." he mumbles, coming up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his arm.

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