The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Nightmares//Alan Frog Smut

Alan's POV

I woke up at one in the morning to Y/N screaming and sobbing my name. I grabbed my gun and ran out. I slowly approached her door and raised the gun as I kicked her door open. I pointed the gun around the room and searched for a threat. But there wasn't a demon or monster in sight. I lowered the gun and looked at her. She was still asleep, but was crying and sweating like crazy. Her fists gripped the sheets, only to release and grip them again. Her head moved from one side of the pillow to the other. "Alan!" She screamed, tears rippling down her cheeks. "Alan! Alan! Alan. N-no. A-Alan." Her voice went softer and softer until she seemed to be asleep again. She kept crying. I put the gun down and shut her door. I sat on the edge of the bed, slightly unsure of what to do. I couldn't help but feel my heart break as I continued to look at her. I knew she only saw me as an older brother she never had. But I felt like she didn't love me like I loved her. 

I felt her shift slightly underneath the covers, and decided I had to wake her. I put a hand to her shoulder and shook her slightly. 

Your POV

You were having nightmares about what you usually did; Alan dying. You loved him so much. But you knew he only saw you as a little sister. And he was always sleeping with random girls. He never noticed you and probably really wouldn't.

You felt someone shaking you awake, so you jolted upwards. You saw Alan sitting next to you on your bed, a hand on your shoulder. He cautiously removed his hand as his forest-green eyes bored into your (E/C) ones. They were filled with worry and fear. 

"Hey, Alan," you whispered, your voice groggy. "What.........what are you doing here?"

"I heard you screaming. I thought you were in trouble."

"I'm......uhh.....I'm fine."

"What were you dreaming about?"

"You died, and I got scared."

"Why were you scared? I'm fine. Besides, I can't stay dead."

"No, Alan. This time your death was the real deal. No coming back. No matter what Paul did." His face fell solemn. 

"It was just a nightmare, not real."

"It felt real." You tried to hold back the wave of tears that were rising and thrashing inside you. You were about to get up and hide in the bathroom, but it was too late. You began crying again. The more you thought about Alan not being here with you, it created a depressed feeling within your soul. He pulled you forwards into his arms. You grasped his shirt as your tears soaked through it. He held onto you tightly and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

"Hey, hey.....shh. It's alright, baby girl. I'm right here. I'm right here, princess." His voice was so relaxing and reassuring.  You pulled away, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your shirt. You looked down. It was one of Alan's flannel shirts. He smiled gently at you. "You look good in my shirt."

"Thanks," you smiled down at your lap. You felt a hand reach underneath your chin and lift your face up. Your wide eyes stare into Alan's. His face was much closer to yours than it was earlier. There wasn't much room between the two of you. It felt like all the air had leaked out of your lungs. Your mouth hung open slightly in a small 'O' shape. 

All of a sudden, you felt his lips slip quietly and gently onto yours. A strangled sound of surprise rose from your throat and was muffled against his lips. But you quickly went with it and melted into the kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and you put your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself. His strong hands found their way to your hips, but he didn't squeeze the life out of them......yet.

This kiss began gently, testing the waters as to how far you both were willing to go. As soon as you felt comfortable with him, you sped it up and deepened the kiss. He pulled you closer so there wasn't any space between you two. His hands all over your body felt so good. 

His lips moved to your neck as you leaned your head back. You moaned as he bit at your sweet spot, and unbuttoned your shirt. Through your bra, his hands massaged your breasts. You could feel yourself getting wet and your pussy began humming. You hummed in pleasure. He moved away just to rip off your shirt. You moved your hands over his pectoral muscles before you drug them down his body and traced his V-line. He moaned gently and his eyes met yours, dark and filled with lust. 

"Lay down," he commanded gently. You got on your back and rolled his body over yours. His lips met your neck again as you moaned softly. He moved down your body until he got to your shorts. He rips them off. 

"Alan! I want you so bad." You whimpered. 

"Not yet, baby girl." He purred. You hated him teasing you.

Part two coming soon