Magcon imagines&preferences

Taylor Caniff (sweet&dirty imagine)

- his pov

I wake up and look at the bedside clock, 11:00 am. "Wow." I grumble to myself and get out of my warm bed. I don't bother to put on a shirt or pants, my fiancé always likes it when I'm just in boxers. I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen.

My fiancé stands next to the counter, bending down and petting our grey pit bull, Esme. I smile and wrap my arms around her waist, she turns around, smiling, and wraps her arms around my neck.

"How's my princess?" I ask, pecking her lips.

"Just fine." She smiles and presses her lips to mine, I smile and kiss her back, I cup my hands under her ass and pick her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. I set her on the counter and she unhooks her legs as I stand in between them.

She's only in sky blue lace cheekers and my grey/bluish sweatshirt that I broke my arm in, I slip my sweatshirt off of her and throw it across the room. I smile as I see her in just her black pushup from last night.

Last night, oh damn, that was fun. I scored twice in one night. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a hand on my chin, y/n lifts my chin up so I am looking at her.

"What's wrong?" She asks, her eyes are sad.

I shake my head, "Nothing. I was just thinking about last night."

Y/n smiles and blushes, she looks down. I bend my head down, slightly and place my lips onto hers. She brings her head up and our mouths move together in perfect sync.

My lips move down to her jawbone, then to her neck and finally to her collarbone. I start to suck and bite on the skin. My tongue flicks the skin a few times before I continue to suck it, here and there I nip at it.

"Tay-" y/n half moans. I smile and continue to work on the love bite. Y/n places her hand on the back of my head and runs her fingers through my bed head.

Esme starts barking like crazy, I stop and look down at her, she growls at me. Chuckling, I pat her head, "It's okay. I'm not hurting her."

Y/n laughs and rests her forehead on my shoulder, I rub circles in her back. "Should we continue?" I ask, smirking.

"Not right now," Y/n wraps her arms around my ribs, "I still hurt from last night."

I smirk, "That's because I'm so rough, but you love it."

"You bruised my thighs and back." y/n laughs, "But I do like it."

"Good." I peck my lips onto hers and look at her thighs, I did bruise her.

My heart sank, I feel horrible. I run my fingers up and down the discoloured skin on her thighs. Tears slightly brimmed my eyes, I hurt y/n.

"Hey, babe, it's okay. I promise." She tells me, making me look at her.

I look away, "No it's not. I fucking hurt you y/n!" I yell, I don't mean to yell, it's just - I don't know.

"Yes it is, I promise. It doesn't even hurt anymore. I'm just sore, Tay, what will make you feel better?"

"Nothing." I shrug.

Y/n tilts her head, "Oh really? Not even this?" Y/n puts my length into her hand and rubs my bulge.

I place my hand over hers, trying to move it away. In result, y/n placed her hand onto mine and squeezed it tightly, "Tay stop. It's okay." I reluctantly nodded, and moved my hand away, she continued to rub my bulge that was getting harder and harder by her touch.

"Y/n-" I started, but was cut off.

"No Tay, don't. You love this." She smirked slightly and pressed her lips to mine and continued rubbing.