Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{First Kiss} C.B

"Move fat ass," Corbyn hissed. Grabbing my legs, he swung them off the couch, taking my entire body with it. He didn't even look apologetic, hell he didn't even give me a second glance.

"Who shoved a stick up your ass?" I spat, lifting myself back to the comfort of the couch. He gave me the 'don't start' look, but I was one to never listen; especially to Corbyn. "Are you PMS'ing or something?" I poked fun at him. I could almost feel the bad engery radiating off of him, but I really didn't care, he did this to me when I wasn't in the mood.

"Get lost, Y/N," his voice was sharp, a warning. I couldn't help the smug look on my face, I was getting under his skin.

"Nah, I think I'm okay right were I am," I smiled innocently at him but he didn't even look at me to see it.

"Can you seriously not right now? I'm not in the mood," he sighed, running his hand through his perfect blonde hair. It looked ever so soft and fell perfectly back into place.

Curse my stupid heart.

"SO? You're like this to me all the time."

"Yeah, but at least im not a moody bitch all the time like you are," he looked red and I saw something in his eyes, guilt masked by anger.

"A bitch?" I tried to play it off cool, but deep down? Hearing the guy you've been in love with for two years say that hurts. "Real original."

"I could say a lot worse," he sneared.

"Do it." I challenged him.

"I know about your undying love for me, so I'm not going to crush your poor little heart." His sentence had my heart running for the hills, it was thumping against my chest so hard I was scared he would hear it. His eyes were a couple shades darker then his usual bright blue eyes, frankly it scared me. A smug smirk formed on his lips when he saw my state. Taking advantage of my racing mind, he leaned over to me, forcing my back down onto the leather surface. He hovered over me, only a few inches away from me.

It took alot for me to push him away, try to push him away that is. My hands were flat on his toned chest but he didn't budge. My only choice was to use my voice, one that I wasn't sure would be strong enough. "You wish," I chuckled. He was skeptical, not believing me for even a minute.

"Prove it," he snickered, licking his bottom lip and trailing my body. "Don't kiss back," he instructed before looking at my lips hastily.

Before I could protest having my first kiss this way, his lips were firmly placed on mine.

Don't kiss back.

It was almost impossible, he was a great kisser and it took every ounce of me not to kiss him back, to not even touch him.

This was my first kiss though, and I was going to make it a good one.

So I kissed him back. He seemed taken back, but didn't stop. Instead, he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed down the side of my body, stopping at my waist to pin me down. Lifting the hem of my shirt, his warm hands left tingles on my skin.

My hands were wrapped up in his hair, tugging on it and bringing him closer to me. I craved him against me, his touch, his lips. Him. He swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I didn't bother to deny it, I didn't want too.

So I let him.

Our tongues danced with each other, trying to fight for the lead. He obviously won, the guys always win. I tugged on his hair, a moan escaping from his throat aroused me. He started to lightly grind on my hips, making me want him even more.

Our need for air seperated us. Then, reality kicked in. I just had my first kiss, and it was nothing how I imagined it to be. Upset was only sugar coating it; I was not only sad, but embarrassed, and mad. I pushed him away from me, but he ended up stradling me instead.

"You kissed back," he said, breathless.

"Jackass," I snapped, digging myself from underneath of him. My mind was racing as I stood from the couch. He looked confused, shocked and almost impressed? But mostly confused when I started towards the staircase.

I didn't know why, but my eyes started to gloss over when I looked back at him. Watching my every move, he looked weary, but when he saw the stray tear? He was hot on my trail up the stairs, but I gave him no time of day.