Magcon Imagines

#21 Dry Humping/Grinding: All

Dry Humping/Grinding Preference

this is v hot and dirty and may result in wanting to poke your eyes out bc feels.

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Cameron:

“Babe,”

you protested, as Cameron’s lips attacked your neck,

“Can’t you wait until I’m finished with breakfast?”

He shook his head and turned you around, slamming his lips onto yours. His tongue found your mouth and his hands wrapped around your thighs, encouraging you to jump.

He easily maneuvered you onto the kitchen table and sunk his hips into yours, rolling them against you.

A raspy groan from Cam vibrated against your lips as you deepened the kiss, the breakfast long forgotten.

Taylor:

Your hands tangled into Taylor’s hair as his tongue lapped at yours. You straddled his hips on his side of the couch for a more comfortable position, and accidently, you began to bounce your hips onto his.

“Baby,”

Taylor moaned into your mouth,

“Don’t stop.”

You continued to grind into him, feeling his already stiffened member against you. His hands found your hips as he helped you grind down onto him at a quicker pace.

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

Johnson:

“Jack! We’re supposed to be studying! And even worse, we’re in the library!”

He let out a soft groan in response and grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“Relax, princess.  You’ve just got to be quiet.”

He slammed his lips onto yours as you melted into his touch. His hands gripped your hips and he pushed you down onto him, encouraging you to grind against him.

You reacted instantly, bucking your hips into his as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

“Fuck,”

Jack moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair, gaining speed to create more friction.

Sam:

His lips slammed onto yours desperately, his hands gripping your ass as you hovered above him.

“K-keep going,”

Sam moaned from underneath you, his free hand pushing your hips down to meet his. He let out a whine as you wiggled your hips from above him.

“You’re so fucking drunk right now, Sammy. We shouldn’t do this,”

you pulled away. Sam quickly flipped you two over and pinned your arms over your head. He dipped his head down and grinded his hips into yours roughly,

“I’m not drunk, y/n. I’m just so fucking hard for you.”

With that, his lips were back on yours, his hips rubbing every inch of you possible.

Carter:

“I need to take a shower,”