Magcon Imagines

#22 Winner: Jack Gilinsky

Winner - Jack Gilinsky

gilinsky’s first bj

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"I’ve never seen such a boring movie in my life,"

I sighed, throwing my head back onto Jack’s shoulder as

"Rubber"

played on the television. It was our boring movie marathon day: a tradition we’d created nearly three months before we started dating.

We planned to both meet up at his house with the most boring movie we could find, and the winner always got a reward - last week, I’d won and Jack gave me a back massage every day.

"Besides the fact that there is absolutely no climax to the movie whatsoever, it’s just about a tire that kills people. I think it’s safe to say you won for the most boring movie!"

"Yes!"

Jack cheered, standing to his feet and victoriously tearing his shirt from his body as he danced around in success. I rolled my eyes as he bathed in his own glory and giggled as his cocky smirk grew.

"Watch it, pretty boy,"

I teased as he stood me up and smacked my ass.

"Since you’re the winner, what are you going to make me do?"

He pretended to think before dropping back onto the couch and patting his lap.

“Makeout sessions whenever I want for a whole week.”

I tossed my hair over my shoulder confidently and giggled,

“That’s not even a hard task, Gilinsky!”

He nodded and beamed up at me,

“I’m aware. I just really like kissing you, y/n.”

I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance and straddled his lap as he continued,

“And today starts our first session!”

I ran my fingers through his hair and lightly traced his jawline with my finger. I giggled softly as his eyes fluttered shut and I leaned down, pressing my lips to his neck.

He bit his lip and let out a quiet groan as I trailed kisses down his neck. Jack’s larger hand grabbed the back of my thigh and pulled me against him to create friction.

I moaned quietly at the feeling, which only encouraged him to keep at it.

Both of his hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me into him. I could feel him growing against me, which only encouraged me to rub against him more.

Jack let out a raspy moan and licked his lips, struggling to keep himself completely quiet.

“B-babe,”

Jack murmured, his breathing choppy,

“Oh my god, y/n.”

I smirked in satisfaction and sat up, connecting our lips. He grunted against my lips, spurring a moan to fall from my mouth.

Jack threw his head back and deepened the kiss, his tongue poking mine teasingly.

His hands gripped onto my thighs tightly and raked my fingers down his chest, erupting a loud moan from him.

I reached my hand down his torso and gripped onto his bicep tightly, continuing to rock my hips against him as our tongues fought for dominance.

He pulled away from my lips and started sucking on my neck, softly at first, but gradually getting rougher.