F1 Imagines

(R/S) Marcus Armstrong (4)

fight
/fʌɪt/
verb
take part in a violent struggle involving the exchange of physical blows or the use of weapons.

Y/N - your name

Y'all are getting a SMUT👁👄👁
Please don't read this if you're not old enough and you cannot handle the mature content

Requested by: Anon

Request: Heyo, can you write me something with Marcus Armstrong? I'm not sure what to wish for, so maybe something about a fight and make up. You could try making it smut if you feel comfortable with it. If you don't want to it is no problem at all :)

This is my first smut ever so please don't judge. I'm still an innocent soul 👉👈

I roll my eyes as I hear the front door opening. "I'm home babe!" Marcus shouts but I ignore him. He was meant to be home 2 hours ago but instead of spending time with his girlfriend who he barely sees because he's so busy with work, he goes out partying with his work colleagues and mates. "Babe?" He questions as he walks into the living room. "Are you alright?" He questions making me sigh loudly.

"What do you think?" I ask him, staring up at him. "What did I do?" He asks with a frown, his voice still low and calm. "Babe, I understand you wanted to go out with your mates tonight but you were meant to be home 2 hours ago." I say, biting my lip after telling him as I didn't want to cry in front of him, hating how weak it makes me seem. "I'm sorry but they wanted me to stay a little longer. No harm in that." He says which makes my blood boil.

"No harm in that? Babe, you had me stressing here for no god damn reason! Also I barely see you and I want to spend as much time with you as possible but I can't do that when you're out partying with your mates and colleagues that you see daily when you're traveling." I say making him roll his eyes. "So now I can't go out with my mates?" He questions making me scoff, "I didn't say that." I protest as I stand up.

"But you're implying that." He says making me groan in frustration. "Stop assuming shit, Marcus!" I shout, getting angrier as time passes. "You know babe, I have a life outside of our relationship. I thought you understood that." He says whilst folding his arms across his chest as he stared down at me with an intimidating stare that made me feel inferior. "I do understand that but..." I trail off, almost feeling embarrassed. "But what, Y/N?" Marcus questions, making me cringe when he uses my first name.

"I don't think you understand how much I miss you when you're gone. I don't know what to do with myself when you're gone and then when I finally have you back, I lose you too the same people that steal you away. I'm just frustrated with the fact that you're right here by me but you're not spending time with me." I say whilst looking down. It's silent for awhile, adding to my frustration. "You know what, never min-" I'm cut off by Marcus smashing his lips onto mine.

I'm taken aback from the sudden movement but I soon melt into his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance but I decide to tease him after our little argument so I keep my mouth shut. In response, Marcus grabs my ass, giving it a tight squeeze, causing me to moan, giving him the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth.

We both fight for dominance as we explore each other's mouth but ultimately, Marcus wins much to my disappointment. "Jump." He says, almost growls in my ear. I obey and jump with him catching me by grabbing my thighs. He carries me to our shared room upstairs, never breaking the kiss until he throws me gently on the mattress. I look up at him, admiring how good he looked in his black buttoned up shirt with the first two buttons undone and a pair of grey smart pants.

He smiles down at me and then hovers over me, "You sure you wanna do this?" He questions making me smile. "Make up sex? I'm down." I say making him chuckle softly. He leans in, placing his lips back on mine for another short make out session. He pulls away but only briefly to pull my pajama shirt over my head, leaving my breasts free as I didn't have a bra on.

He looks down at my chest making me blush, "You're so beautiful." He says but before I could thank him, his lips were on mine once again. Whilst kissing him, I start unbuttoning his shirt. Once done, I slip his shirt over his shoulders and toss his shirt across the room, not entirely sure where it ended up. Marcus places his hands on my hips and lifts them slightly, indicating he wanted me to keep that position so he could take off my pajama pants.

I do as I'm told and keep that position as he takes off my shots but leaving my underwear on. Marcus stands up, tossing my pants aside and starts unbuckling his belt and pulling down his own pants. I can see the outline of his erection through his white boxers making me shiver at the sight. Marcus hovers over me but moves towards my breasts, placing his lips on my tender breast kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin.

I sigh at the feeling, arching my back at the feeling. Marcus doesn't spend much time there as he kisses his way down my torso until he reaches my heat. He grabs my panties and pulls them down my legs agonizingly slow making me grown. He chuckles softly and then finally pulls them off, throwing them aside. He kisses my thighs and everywhere else except where I needed him most.

He lifts my legs up and without warning, he sticks two fingers inside me. I moan at the feeling of his slender fingers curling and touching every inch inside of me. My legs start shaking in no time at the feeling with moans spilling from my lips. Marcus pulls his fingers out of me making me groan, "A little longer?" I ask with innocent eyes but he shakes his head in response. "Another time. I can't wait any longer." He says whilst hovering over my face. He kisses me deeply and then pulls away, standing up and grabbing a condom from the bedside table. (A/N - safety comes first kiddos)

He pulls down his white boxers, freeing his member as it slaps his abdomen. I gulp, never really getting used to his size despite us having sex multiple times. He rolls the condom on his member with ease and then hovers over me once again, aligning himself with my entrance. He maintains eye contact as he enters me. I let out a loud moan at the feeling, my legs shaking as I was still sensitive form his fingers a moment ago.

Marcus places both hands next to my head and starts rolling his hips into me, making sure to always fill me up as much as he could. I grab his shoulders as he thrusts into me harder and with more pace making me a moaning mess. "Are you close?" He asks me as I could tell by his sloppy thrusts and heavy breath that he was close himself. I nod my head, unable to get any words out. "Words my girl. I need words." He says making me bite my lip. "Yes." I say as he nods and quickens the pace so that our orgasms could come sooner.

My nails scratch his back as I reach my high, Marcus following soon as he rides out his and my high. Marcus pulls out and plops down next to me with a sigh. "Wow." He says making me chuckle. "No matter how many times he have sex, I'll never get used to how good it is." He says making my cheeks turn red.

Marcus pulls me close to him, our sweaty skin slightly sticking to each other as I lay on his chest. "I'm sorry about earlier." He says after a moment of silence. "I'm sorry too. I took it out of proportion." I say but he shakes his head. "You're right. I should've been here instead of there. I promise next time I'll spend more time with you." He says, placing a kiss to my forehead. "Or you could go out again and then we can have great sex again." I say making him laugh. "Glad you have a sense of humor." He says whilst chuckling. "I love you." I say whilst tracing shapes on his bare chest. "I love you too, beautiful." He says kissing my hair.

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Did I cringe? Oh god yes. It's not as bad as I thought it would be but definitely not used to it yet😂 I hope you enjoyed or cringed along with me. Also, can we just take a moment to appreciate how good looking Marcus is. Stay safe lovies xx