A Collection of Imagines

Nick

Yes. 

He's on top of me. Pure bliss running through his features. A light layer of sweat makes his skin glow. 

I hover over her as I bring my hips forward. Crashing into her. Hair sticking to some parts of her face as her eyes roll back. 

I feel him. I feel him giving me everything that he has.

I can't think straight once I feel her touch. I move my face into her neck, biting down harder as I feel herself clench, giving me all of herself. 

 He bites down on my neck once a shade of white rushes through my vision, suspending me in pleasure. My vision comes back to normal. He breathes against me as he lands on top of me.

She runs her hands from between my shoulder blades, along my spine and resting then just above my tailbone. She kisses my ear lobe, allowing me to recover from my high. I love how she takes care of me even in my vulnerable states. 

I feel him shift his head, placing his lips at the curvature of my ear. His breath hits me hard, making goosebumps shred down my back. No matter what he does, my body always reacts a different way. 

"Marry me." 

A simple request, but it still came out as a demand. I breathe harder as I grab his face in between my hands. Eye contact erupts. His soul is bared to me through his unguarded eyes. "Do you really mean that?" Nothing. He stays into my eyes. Piercing into my soul. "Nick, do you mean it?" 

I move into her again. She gasps at the sudden feeling. Head hitting hard against the pillow. "Say yes." 

Nothing leaves my mouth. The feeling that he's giving me makes me lose all focus. He leans back down to my ear, thrusting faster. His words still ringing in my head. 

"Come on, beautiful. Spend the rest of your life with me." 

I didn't think he would be the type to want to get married. That's why I'm so surprised that he would ask me. And yet, here he is. Expressing his intense vulnerability to me, saying that he wants forever with me. I feel the knot rising my lower half. He hovers back above me. I clutch the back of his neck in my palms. 

I can tell she's close by the way she gasps for air. Right before she cums, I stare at her lips watching them curve the word, 

"Yes."

I smash the word away as I push my lips against hers. She shakes under me and I knew that I would never forget the moment when the woman I love the most said yes to spending the rest of her days with me. A misfit she picked up off of the streets and was determined to make him understand what real love is truly like. She succeeded because I'm looking at her now, and I'm happier than I have ever been.