MARCEL STYLES IMAGINES.

-Jasmine-Dirty-

Jasmine P.O.V.-

My names Jasmine, I hate everyone at school they're all bitchy jackasses who make my boyfriend cry. You see I'm actually quite popular, and my boyfriend, Marcel... Well, he isn't. I tell the bullies to stay away and fuck off. Usually they all do. All but one. My ex boyfriend Louis. He constantly beats up Marcel and says really hurtful things to him. Almost everyday marcel gets another bruise or comes to my place crying, because my parents are never there and he can cry freely without being judged.

So today just like almost every other day he came to me crying right when the final bell rang, crying and bleeding. Pleading for me to hurry up and get him out of the school. So I took him back to my house in my pink Lamborghini. Yea, lets say Im not exactly poor.

In what seemed like no time we were at my house and he was sitting on the counter in my bathroom. He was bleeding pretty bad on the arm. How they managed to cut him I don't know. But his right eye was severely bruised and he just looked like an overall mess. He needs to shower all the blood off him

"Baby, take a shower" I tell him as sweetly as I can knowing that he won't want to. I hear him quietly groan in protest but starts to strip anyway. But stops when he's starting to unbutton his trousers and tells me to turn around.

"I don't wanna turn around though M... I want you to strip for me." I Tell him my voice more aggressive than before but not too bad because I know marcel, and I know that he gets uncomfortable talking about things like these. But once you break him and get him turned on he will wreck your body. Not what I was really expecting the first time we had sex, scratch that. The first time we made love. But it was really unexpected because Marcel just looks like an innocent sweet angel and then damn, he's a demon in the sheets.

So as soon as I said those words to him I could see his change of mood through his eyes. And before I knew it he was stark naked and in the process of ridding me of my clothes as well. Leaving marks all over my neck and chest.

Once he had me completely naked and was done working on my neck he pressed a light kiss to my lips and backed up a little to turn the shower on. He picked me up and moved me into the shower with him, me standing between his legs my back pressed to his chest, growing erection poking my back as I am shorter than him. He went back to work on my neck for a minute before I pulled away and kissed him hard on the lips.

He broke the heated kiss by picking me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist and he shoved me to the shower wall.

Once again burying his face into my neck, what's with that today..

When he pulls away he mumbles "god jasmine you're so fucking hot and so fucking wet for me too" he says his hands made their way between my legs into my heat, thrusting.

"Of course I'm wet, were in a shower dumb ass." I said to him playfully. Of course he had to have a comeback for that "must I remind you which one of us has straight A's." he replied his fingers coming to a stop inside me.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked in a whiny voice drawing out the p on stop.

"Cause we both know that my cock needs to be inside you right now, not my fingers." He smirks.

With that he quickly aligns his dick up with my throbbing heat. Giving no warning thrusting into me hard and fast.

Lets just say I didn't last long at the rate he was going.

After the shower we carried it on to the bedroom. The whole night into early morning was spent with moans and I love yous.

A/N- I'm sorry I suck at writing these kind of things. I just... Yah.