Imagines

imagine justin foley

justin foley.
your mom tells you to stay away from boys like him.
the kind that can have you begging on your knees with just one smile.
you have attended liberty high for about a year now and you only have one class with justin.
language class.
you sit in the back of the room so that when justin comes in, you can see him.
you can stare at the back of his head from back there.
sometimes while you're back there, you try to figure out what it is that made you fall in love.
those deep ocean blue eyes?
that gorgeous smile?
the way he walks?
the way he will lightly glance at you from across the room?
the way he won your heart?
which one is it?
it is all of them and you know it.
justin has won your heart and when someone wins your heart, no one else can have it.
justin foley did the thing that no one else was capable of.
he won your heart by just touching your hand on that first day.
you had trouble opening your locker and when you had finally gotten it open, you managed to drop all of your stuff.
people laughed and passed without any acknowledgement that you were there, but justin stopped and helped you.
you both reached for the paper at the same time and then, he touched you.
your stomach went in all kinds of flutters and you hadn't even looked at him yet.
he used his pointer finger to pull your other fingers together, and then you were holding hands.
you had looked up and immediately fell in love with that damned boy.
"alrighty class," your teacher breaks you from your trance on justin and you look at her. just then, justin comes barging in to sit down, but he doesn't miss catching a glance at you.
"mr. foley," the teacher says. but he doesn't move. he stays there and looks at you. everyone turns their heads to the back of the room to look at you. blood runs to your cheeks and you all of a sudden feel 200° hotter.
"mr. foley please sit down," he smirks one last time and then sits down in his desk at the front of the classroom.
"okay, I will begin now. today you will need a partner." before she can finish everyone moves around and causes a lot of commotion but justin slowly gets and moves into the seat right next to you.
"remember me?" he asks, setting his backpack on the ground.
"I can't forget you mr. foley." you say jokingly.
"alright Y/N, would you like to be partners?"
"sure, why not."
only because it's justin, you don't get much work done. the whole time, you spend talking. when the bell rings neither you nor justin remember what the partnership was really about.
"wait Y/N," he says as you begin to put things up. you stop moving and he pulls a black pen out of his pocket. he opens it and writes his number on the notebook paper that you guys were supposed to be using on the project that you nor him even knew what it was about.
you smile really wide and so does he.
that damned boy.
that damned smile.

midnight 🌜:
you stare at your phone for another minute, then look back at his number. should you text him?
yes, you should.
you enter his number and immediately text his number.

Justin Foley
you: hi Justin
Justin: is this the beautiful lady from my language class?
you: no
Justin: then would you enlighten me on how you got my number
you: you gave it to me. you wrote it on my notebook
Justin: ah, then you are the beautiful lady from my language class.
you: nope, I am just the girl you worked with today
Justin: you are beautiful, don't deny it.
you: I am gonna deny it
Justin: you shouldn't.
you: why
Justin: your eyes are beautiful, so is your smile, your hair, your laugh, your hands, you are beautiful Y/N don't deny it
you: 😊 thanks Justin
Justin: turn around.

you turn around and look out your window. there he is.
you walk over and unlock the window.
"how did you find me?" you ask smiling wider than you ever have before.
"I have my ways beautiful." he smiles and you move out of the way so that he can come in. he jumps in and locks the door behind him.
"sorry, you are probably creeped out by the fact that I found your home."
"just a little," he chuckles and then explains that he has a friend who works the front desk. he just told them that you left something that couldn't wait to be returned and they gave your location.
"so Y/N," he begins as he moves in closer to your body. "I was wondering if we could hang some time."
"totally." your smile is so wide that you feel your cheek muscles aching, but you don't care.
then, he leans in. he smiles and leans in really close to your lips. but he stops. he stops right before they can touch and looks into your eyes.
he backs away and looks at you.
"I am sorry, I am coming on way to str-" you cut him off and pull him in.
his lips are soft to the touch and his hands are firmly grasping your body, telling you that he will never let go. that he is always yours, no matter what.
your kisses with him are passionate and loving.
when you break a part from him, he lightly nibbles at your bottom lip.
"oh my gosh Y/N," he chuckles but stays close, "I will never kiss another girl."
"you are my first kiss justin," you tell him that you've never been kissed before and he only pulls you to his lips, then pulls away.
"I'll be the last guy you ever kiss."
"what's that mean mr. foley."
"will you be my girlfriend, then my wife, then the mother to my children, then the person I want to grow old with."
"yes mr. foley. yes"
after that, your shirt comes off, then your pants. he takes off his letterman jacket, then you unbotton his pants. he stands there in his black boxers while you stand there in a white laced bra and black panties.
justin gets on his knees and plants kisses all around the outer edges of your thigh, then makes his way to your inner thigh. he plants a kiss then his fingers fumble up and pull down your panties to your ankles. you kick them off as he gets back to his feet and unclips your bra.
you are naked before mr. foley.
naked for him.
next, you place a firm grip around his dick. his boxers are soft, but that's not what you want.
you pull down his boxers and kiss him passionately as you do so. he moans and you stumble backwards until you finally make it into a bed.
he enters your body with such a force that you moan the only thing on your mind: him.
"ah justinnnnn,"