Smosh Preferences & Imagines

Your First Time

I'm alive! This was a request from AndreaBaier! Mildish Smut ;) Also sidenote: your girl is ace so this was rough.

Ian: Happy Birthday to you! Ian had taken you out to a nice restaurant and done everything in his power to make your birthday perfect. The house was clean, he had the entire Smosh family surprise you at work with a party, MattRaub led a chorus of Happy Birthday for you. Despite this all being for your birthday, you felt like you had to thank him. So, you changed into something a little more uncomfortable and sat on your bed.
"Babe," you called laying on your elbows. As soon as he entered the room, you saw his eyes glance over your revealing clothes as his mouth dropped open. You blushed softly but as you noticed he was pretty much frozen, you decided to get up and help him a little. You softly used your index finger to close his mouth.
"You'll catch flies," you teased as his eyes darted to your lips and then back to your (e/c) eyes.
He ran his finger behind your ear, fixing a piece of your hair before stopping, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Your breath hitched at how close his hot breath was to your face and you nodded. He smiled and his lips met yours in a loving and passionate kiss. That night was the best night of your life. Your hip bone seemed to be quite the soft spot against his lips.

Anthony: Following the stereotype, you lost your V-Card to your high school love on the night of Homecoming. He had rented out a motel room and the two of you left the dance a little early in order to be home as close to your curfew as possible without rushing anything. It was quite an awkward experience as you were both new but it was sweet and passionate none the less. He kept asking if you were sure you wanted this and to be quite frank, you didn't have to with the way he was sucking on your neck like a damn vampire. Not that you minded.

Shayne: You were slightly tipsy after drinking your sorrows away as it had officially been the worst day of your life. You had a big audition that you missed due to your car not starting due to some issue that would cost over a thousand dollars to fix that you didn't have because you were a YouTuber for God's sake and you had stained your favorite dress in the process. You were a giggle drunk and a slightly flirtatious one and this was the state you were in when your boyfriend, Shayne, came home.
"Hey babe, how are you feeling?" He asked holding your favorite ice cream in his hand with a spoon already ready to go.
"I know what would make me feel better," you winked as you stumbled to stand. Luckily, Shayne caught you and laughed slightly. "Wow, not exactly the reaction for," you rolled your eyes.
"No, babe. Don't get me wrong, you're very sexy but I don't want it to feel like I'm taking advantage of you. You're clearly drunk and you've had a long day."
"Then don't feel like that, it's not hard." You said with a hint of whining in your voice.
"Not right now," You sighed but you knew he was right. You wanted your first time to be special.
*time skip*
You had sobered up for the most part and that was when the embarrassment set in. You groaned as your head hit the table in front of you nearly missing the coffee mug Shayne had poured you to help you sober up.
"What's wrong love?" Shayne asked rubbing your back as he walked by.
"I just realized I practically tried to jump your bones for the first time when I was plastered. Plus I got rejected by my own boyfriend." He giggled softly and crouched to eye level.
"Hey, I didn't reject you. You weren't feeling well. I didn't want to ruin it."
"You're right," you said giving him a slight peck on the lips, "thank you."
"Of course," he kissed you back but this one lasted a little longer. And began to grow a little further, and deeper, and yourself stand with him, and your back found itself pressed against the wall. I think you know where it went from there but let's just say, you'll never look at your kitchen the same way and Shayne will probably never let you cut your fingernails again. Or he might make you. Basically I'm trying to say you tore his back up.

Courtney: One particular date night was getting hot and heavy and it just sort of progressed from there. You blame The Notebook as it just so happend to be what you were watching that put you both in the mood. You were making out and your hands somehow found their way to the hem of her shirt as it softly lifted it above her head. Her lips found your collarbone and you practically liquified as you released an animalistic moan from the depths of your belly. She smiled, knowing she had found your sweet spot as she kept working your collar while her hands slipped to the button of your jeans. The rest gets a little too R.