; wesley tucker imagines [ON HOLD]

dirty dancing pt. 2 +

After I make my escape from the sexy stranger, I sit down with a group of guys that I don't really know too well, but I've seen them and they've seen me at every party so we know each other's names and whatnot.

"Hey, love," one of the guys say, Sammy Wilk.

I walk over to Sammy and sit across his lap before greeting the other guys in the group. We all talk for a while before I notice a -once again- familiar guy walk over to us while looking down at his phone, obviously not noticing me.

"Aye, Wes," Jonah says to him, slurring his words a bit considering he's had about 5 beers so far.

"Hey Jon-" the guy, which I now know as Wes, stops his sentence after noticing I was carelessly sitting across Sammy's lap with one arm around the back of his neck and the other resting on his toned chest.

"Wesley. Dude," Nate snaps his fingers at Wesley, causing him to click back into reality.

Without saying a word Wesley pulls me off of Sammy's lap and smoothly drags me into a bedroom upstairs.

"Hey, I wasn't finished down there ya know," I cross your arms once Wesley closes the door behind him and locks it. "I was totally about to get my brains fucked out by Sammy, you bitch," I playfully roll my eyes and plop down onto the bed.

"Oh, but babygirl," he starts while walking over to where I was sat down on the bed, and gently holds both sides of my face and carefully brings me back to standing up before whispering in my ear, "I can do all that and more."

I can't help it. I roughly kiss him, tangling my hands in his dark hair. He continues to deepen the kiss and slowly lower the straps of my dress off my shoulders and down my arms, sliding off the entire thing in the process. Smooth, Wesley. Smooth.

I step out of the dress once in hits the floor and kick it to the side. I tug at the hem of Wesley's shirt and he swiftly takes it off in one motion before reconnecting our lips.

He pushes me backwards onto the bed and begins to unbutton his jeans, with me removing my bralette.

He pulls down his jeans and his boxers to reveal his large erection, making me smirk and slide off my panties; agonizingly slow.

He grunts and takes my panties that are still making their way down my legs, and slides them down as quick as possible before reaching for his jeans and pulling out a silver-blue packet.

He tears open the condom and slides it over his member, pumping himself a few times before taking his ring finger and middle finger and inserting them roughly into my throbbing heat.

"Wes," I moan while arching my back ever so slightly causing Wes to smirk and begin pumping in and out of me. "I'm a-almost there," I stutter in between moans.

Seconds after those words leave my mouth Wes has already removed his fingers from inside of me and is standing at the edge of the bed and pulling me by the back off my thighs so that I was also positioned at the edge of the bed but still laying on my back.

Without hesitation he slams into me, thrusting roughly while pinning my hands above my head using only his left one, leaving his right to roam my body.

"Fuck, Wesley," I gasp, "shit!" I scream, not caring about who the hell hears me.

Wesley teasingly slows his thrusts, "Yes, princess?" He smirks, "What do you want?"

I let out a frustrated groan and wrap my legs around his torso. "Fuck me, Wes. Fuck me like you hate me," I whisper loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh, but I could never hate you baby girl," he stops thrusting -earning a grunt from me- and lowers his head the crook of my neck and begins sucking and kissing, leaving bright red love bites scattered across my golden-brown skin.

"Please, Wes," I whimper.

"As you wish, baby," he mumbles between leaving kisses on my neck, before slamming into me once again and continues to thrust in and out forcefully, leaving Wesley and I moaning messes until I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach. I feel him twitch inside of me and I instantly know he's at his high, which triggers my orgasm.

"Fuck, baby. I'm cumming," he grunts as I drag my finger nails down his back while spilling my juices around him.

"FUCK, WES!" I scream out in pleasure as we ride out our highs together, letting out deep breaths.

"Still wanna fuck Sammy?" He whispers into my ear, once again sending chills down my spine.

"Hell no," I whisper back.

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a/n hope you enjoyed pt. 2;)

I originally wanted to create a fanfic for Wesley but I had so many ideas and I was getting a headache so I just decided to write imagines n shit haha

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