I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it.
The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep
and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch
her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open
her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed
some time to get used to the darkness.
That reminded her of the psychology class from the other
day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before
you could see anything.
She always found that very stupid, especially when she was
walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get
used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.
She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known,
and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her
wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be
honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look,
because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.
She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely
fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way
back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t
even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.
She was laying like that for
solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t
sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep
immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay
anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.
But it was only because she was
sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her
school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his
body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her
body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder,
around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that
was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.
She is so deeply in love with
him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a
second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never
thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that
he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one
wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.
He isn’t the type of person that
would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately
he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his
energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that.
What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his
friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about
it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell
her that he missed them.
But so does she. She haven’t seen
him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell
her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for
much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did
when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he
isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad
at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push
She let out a loud sigh and moved
the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she
felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors
were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and
that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the
shivers because it wasn’t even cold.
And then she saw him, he was
standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s
the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one
thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at
least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.
All she wanted to do was to go
out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid,
afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into
his, now natural state, tensed.
She observed him for few more
minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather
she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t
really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that
she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that
little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and
yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or
about him in general.
She opened the fridge and just
stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just
regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a
glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through
the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were
playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She
calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.
Lately she was so distracted, it
started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was
so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind
her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.
“Why are you up so late?”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to
that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that
the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger
taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She
rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.
Now she could feel the smell of cigarette
that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant,
she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put
the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly
turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards
their shared room.
Just as she thought she had
passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already
pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull
her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare
chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the
smell of cigarette ruined it.
“I’m tired Justin, let me go,
Her voice was low, she felt
tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.
“Apparently you’re not tired
enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated
it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She
wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a
fight, and for that, she was not ready.
“My mouth was dry, so it woke me
up, can you please let me go now?”
She whispered into his chest,
feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t
cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain,
the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t
want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.
But his question dried her eyes
in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time
confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.
“Why are you avoiding me? In the
evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the
morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and
you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to
study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”
She was indeed avoiding him, but
she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t
know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was
going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.
She was once again speechless, or
so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready
She felt his hand under her chin,
pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into
his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever,
that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to
her left leg.
He looked at her, or more properly,
he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get
one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just
needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped
giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to
him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.
He moved so fast she didn’t even
got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on
each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so
perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his
hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for
permission, but she knew he wasn’t.
Their lips met, and there was no sweetness
in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand
down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on
her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was
let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his
smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles,
digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her
neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance
to take her shirt off.
As soon as her nipples were
exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her
breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling
and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started
tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple
to her mouth.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, you
know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”
He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered
him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making
sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left
hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his
fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull
herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.
“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait
any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand
into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So
fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure
made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could
feel more of him.
“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there
is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should
remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her
“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck
the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s
down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell
open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching
“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over
her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and
started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips
found a perfect pace.
“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her
nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she
responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped
her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she
felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t
responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any
Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping
down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in
there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.
She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and
the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The
sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.
“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you
feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him
to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.
“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed
into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk
playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.
She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She
won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as
“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby
girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.
“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.
“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like
it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud
groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him
feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.
“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath
after an amazing experience.
“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once
again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.
He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared