Why Don't We Imagines

Daniel Seavey💦

"Boys can't make me orgasm."
"That's bullshit."
"How would you know?"
Daniel frowned at you. You weren't really sure how you and your best friend had started this conversation, but somehow, that's where you ended up. You were sitting together in his bed, you leaning against his shoulder as some b-movie was playing on his TV.
"Fair point", Daniel pointed out, glancing over at you. You didn't meet his gaze. "But really, they have never made you cum?"

You shook your head. You had never really had any conversation about sex with Daniel before, that wasn't the kind of friendship you had. You could feel his eyes staring at you, but you ignored it. "No, never."
"Ah", he said, lifting one of his legs up. "Must have been shitty sex, then."
You shrugged, "at least not good enough."
He smirked at you and you finally met his gaze, which might have been a mistake because Daniel was really watching you. Head slightly tilted, eyes curious.
You continued. "So all my orgasms are from masturbating."
Daniel froze next to you, but you pretended not to notice. "At least I know what I want."
"You do it often?" he asked, voice darker.
You looked up at him. "Do what?" you asked innocently.
"Touch yourself."
You swallowed thickly, his hand ghosting against the outside of your thigh. "When I have the time."

"It's not the same", Daniel said, "having someone else do it for you. Having someone else pleasure you."
You looked down at your hands, nervously lying in your lap. You had no idea where this was going or where it even came from; you were best friend, nothing more. Or, well, you were gonna be honest, you knew there was some tension. Some moments, the air felt so thick you felt like choking.
"Yeah", you mumbled, "I guess that's true."
His fingers were more firmly pressed against your thigh now. "You should find someone willing to give you that."
You inhaled sharply. "Like who?" you asked, still not meeting his gaze. He was staring at you so intensely, you could feel it all through your body.
He tilted his head. "Like me."
He didn't even have to touch you more than the slight touch on your leg, you still felt a shiver running through you at his words. You swallowed, turning your head to look at him. He was closer than you expected, his breath hot on your cheek. His eyes were dark, watching you intensely without looking away for even a moment.
"Daniel-"
"I can make you feel so good", he mumbled, voice raspy and you managed to hold in the slight gasp that wanted out, "I can make your whole body tremble with pleasure."
You let out a breath as he slowly – giving you every chance to push him off – hovered over you. "Tell me to stop", he mumbled, grinding his hips down against yours and you let out the gasp you'd been holding in. His lips were ridiculously close to yours and you could feel his every breath against your skin. His hands were placed on either side of you, holding himself up from putting too much weight on you.
You shook your head. "I'm not telling you to stop", you got out and he clenched his jaw, pressing his crotch closer against yours.

"You sure?"
"Very."
You saw a flash or a smirk spread over his lips before he connected them to yours. His lips were soft, fitting perfectly against yours and all the times you had found yourself staring at them when he was talking, thinking about how they would feel pressed against yours were nothing compared to reality. The kisses were soft at first, slowly exploring each other's shape before he moved one of his hands down your side, earning a gasp. He took the opportunity he was giving, sliding his tongue against your lower lip, asking for permission, which you gave him instantly.
From there, he didn't waste any more time being hesitant. He slid his tongue against yours, soft kisses quickly turning wet, desperate and as his teeth grasped against your lower lip, you let out a moan. He swallowed the sound, his hand finding the back of your head, twisting his fingers in your hair as he pulled you closer, kisses quickly turning more and more sloppily. His other hand were under your shirt, his skin against yours, the cold touch sending shivers down your spine. He reached back for a moment, letting go of your hair as he lifted the hem of your shirt, glancing up at you as you put your hands over your head, allowing him to throw it off. Right after, he pulled off his own, leaning back to press your naked skin together. The sensation was hot, burning and you let your hands ran down his sides. His eyes watched you hungrily and he was biting the inner side of his plumb, now beautifully red lips.