Rated X Imagines

Questions

Y/n's POV

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"What is your favorite sex song?"

I knew he was getting better, because that smirk came back on his face and he licked his lips. "I don't know there are so many that I like. But my favorite that comes to mind is Usher Trading Places. Slow, but fast. Smooth, but rough. I love it. Plus, I would normally listen to that song when I...."

When he what? What does he do? Since I was still standing, I saw his manly parts rise from inside his pants. It was probably painful, because he winced every three seconds.

"When you what, baby?"

"I would listen to that song whenever I was either thinking about you or masturbating while thinking about you." The expression on my face was priceless. It felt like my vaginal area felt like Niagara Falls just by what he said. I can't believe he does that too. Well, I do it with a different song.

"My song that I have when I think about you is Beyonce Dance For You. Before I get sidetracked next question-- Can you tell me at least two of your fantasies that you had about me or me and you?"

That would have to be my most important one. "You..... Were fingering yourself, and told me to watch. You were just moaning and hollering out my name. Then you rubbed your fingers down my abs, until you reached my pants line... Then I woke up."

"My second one would be me and you having sex at our son's football game. In the stadium under the part where the restrooms are when no one was around. And just when you were about to cum our son made a touchdown and you began screaming at me about how I made you miss it."

Wow.

He dreamt that we actually one day might have kids?

"Naughty, I see." I laughed.

A red pool of embarrassment covered his cheeks, and he looked the other way. Why would he be embarrassed? There are so many things I dream about doing to him that I'm not ashamed of thinking about. In a futile attempt, I tried moving his face back to mine. It didn't work.

"Why are you embarrassed?" It's not like I laughed in his face and said it's never going to happen. At least I hope he didn't perceive it like that.

"It might not happen now that I told you." Doesn't really seem like shame. More like anger toward himself. I can make on fantasy come true right now. Since we don't have a son yet, I'll choose the first one. While he wasn't looking at me, I moved my already soaked underwear aside and pushed in two fingers.

"Mmm yessss Diiiigggggg!" It only felt good to me because I imagined that my fingers were his.

"Y/n?" I didn't respond, if I did it would be a moan.

I used my other hand to unbutton his shirt, feeling the dents on his stomach. I remember having a dream about this.

But instead of me doing this to myself, he was and I laid back for three minutes or so, with my mouth gaping wide open.

Diggy tried to stop me by moving my fingers out of my center.

While that did end my actions, it did not conclude my intentions. To complete his dream, I used my glistening fingers and cascaded them down his abs.

Once I reached his pants line, both of our breaths were distraught and heavy.

"Then you wake up." I whispered, gnawing on his neck.