Teen Wolf Jordan Parrish Smut and Imagines

The Good Life

“Kiss me.” You grinned and Jordan rolled his eyes. You felt one of his hands slide down and cup your behind, using to pull you against him just that little bit closer. The car around you was a comfort, yours and his jumpers in the back seat, the smell of your boyfriend in the air. You slowly licked your lips and practically saw flames in his eyes as his head ducked down, his lips crushing against your own. You relished the force. Jordan was always so sweet, so caring and so gentle. When it came to the physical though, he liked to play around, test boundaries and try new things. One thing that never changed was his communication, luckily.His mouth detached from yours, nibbling, licking and kissing his way down your jaw and throat. You felt his teeth bite down on your earlobe and you gasped.
“Jordan.” You whispered breathlessly and the sound he made set you afire. Your hands released his shirt shakily, sliding and tangling in his chestnut hair, mussing the perfectly combed strands. His hand squeezed your thigh, tugging at your shirt, asking, and you huffed a laugh.But it was also a sign that you had to stop. You had to get back to work, you were likely late, and his shift likely would start soon. Gently, you extricated your hands from where they’d been clutching his hair, instead smoothing and fixing the adorably sticking up mess.“Work.” You whined, fingers now smoothing the creases you’d caused on his shirt and he sighed, sitting back against the seat, though his hands still held you. Possessively, claimingly, lovingly.“Can’t we just… Never go to work? Go home?” He pouted, his mouth small and unhappy and you blushed. His face lit up at your blush. It was your tell, your cheeks always blossomed when you were extra happy. The day he’d learned that, he’d looked like he had found the secrets to the universe. You didn’t doubt he had remembered every time you’d been together before then, searching for your blushing cheeks in each memory.“We could do that…” You hummed and he used the hands that held your hips to grind you against him. Your breath hitched a moment and his grin grew.“Oh no you don’t!” You laughed, batting his hands away from you and climbing back to the passenger seat. “Drive. Take me to work.”Your keys clicked in the doorway and you dropped them on the side table as you passed through the entry, eyes barely seeing as you went through the motions.You heard his footsteps padding from the kitchen before he materialised, his face happy to see you and full of love. You couldn’t help the way your heartbeat slowed down at the sight of him, relaxed energy flooding through your limbs. You’re home, you’re safe, you’re loved. “Babe, Bolognese?” He asked, hands massaging you against your skin like a cat as he held you. You groaned softly at the feeling, melting into the familiarity that was him, the smell, the feeling, even the rhythm of his breaths. “Mhm.” You hummed, hand reaching for your back pocket casually, fingers pinching the paper and quickly holding it directly in front of his face. You watched his eyes take it in, confusion written in the two lines that separated his brows and you grinned.“Who do I give this to, I’d like to make a purchase?” You smirked and he sighed, head falling back as he struggled to contain likely all the thoughts and feelings running through his head. That moment, so long ago had been the clincher in your mind, the moment you decided that this was the man you were going to end up with. The man who was outraged to only cost five dollars, was the man you could easily fall in love with, and very likely never fall back out. “You’re horrible. It was one time.” He groaned and you giggled, dropping the five dollar note and pressing a kiss to his neck, trailing kisses upward. You paused on his ear, nibbling and sucking and he groaned again, more of a growl this time. You continued the trail, his hands massaging harder, definitely like a cat, and pressing you to the thickness growing against your thigh. “Is that your gun, or are you just happy to see me?” You smirked, holding in your giggle and he released you, inhaling deeply and giving you an outraged look. “I am much more impressive than a gun and you know it.” His expression was so offended that you barked a laugh, making it worse. You watched him turn, shaking his head and giving you a distrusting glare over his shoulder as he disappeared back into the kitchen and you blushed. Still smiling, you went upstairs and got changed. Life, for once, was lovely and simple and normal.