An imagine in which reader and Monty don't get along but the sexual tension is real so they end up having sex at the Crestmont wow
I’M SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LATE BUT I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. I’M SORRY THAT I DIDN’T SHOW MUCH TENSION, AND THE SEX MAY GET A LIL SAUCY GUYS SO BEWARE IF YOU’RE 9.
“Ew, why is he here?” You frowned, hopping into the back seat of Alex’s car and shutting the door behind you.
“Shut up, Y/N.” Monty replied to your comment that was directed to him.
“You shut up,” You bit back, putting your seat belt on. “Little turd.” You muttered, looking out the window to your right as Alex began driving to the Crestmont Cinema.
“Why don’t you make me?”
You rolled your eyes at Monty’s comment, leaning forward and facing him, who was sat beside the other window, Jess separating you both.
“I will,” You insisted. “In your dreams.”
He chucked darkly. “You’re already in them, baby.”
You scrunched your face up in disgust at the cocky smirk on his face. “Yuck.” You gagged. “Stay aw-”
“Can you guys just get along already, please?” Alex groaned, turning onto a main street.
“Yeah, just fuck each other for once, you know you want to.”
“Shut up, Justin.” You snapped, facing the boy sat in the passenger seat laughing.
“Get your leg off of me.” Monty whispered, pushing your leg gently from his lap.
“Make me.” You dared, mimicking Monty from before as you sipped on your drink and placed your right leg back over his lap.
Monty turned to you, but you ignored his gaze, as he smirked menacingly. You almost let out a gasp as he slowly moved his hand up along the inside of your thigh. You turned your head and met his eyes, the light from the movie screen shining onto his face, letting you see the change in his eyes and his smirk turn into a full blown smug grin before he turned to watch the movie again.
His hand was slow and soft, teasing your skin with sparks of excitement. You gripped his bicep, causing him to slowly turn and face you, keeping his eyes on yours as his fingers reached your crotch, causing you to close your eyes and let out a breathy sigh.
He leaned into you, kissing your jaw softly before moving along and down to your neck. To anyone else, to your friends, it looked like a simple whisper. You opened your eyes when he pulled away, looking over to see the most smug smirk he had ever worn.
“If you’re going to tease me with the trailer, you could at least show me the whole performance.”
He smirked at your hushed statement, grabbing your hand and jumping up, pulling you behind him down the stairs. You ignored your friends confused quiet comments, snorts of laughter, and gagging sounds as you headed down the stairs.
“We’re going to the bathroom.” Monty insisted, making your stomach twist with excitement.
“What if Clay sees us?” You asked, slightly worried, Monty pushing open the theatre doors and pulling you behind him.
“Who cares? It’s Clay!” He exclaimed, running down the large hallway and heading toward the toilets. “He’s too innocent to know what’s going on.” He mused.
“He isn’t five.” You rolled your eyes, following a rushing Montgomery into the men’s toilets.
“Whatever,” He hurried, turning from you to lock the door before facing you again. “Check the stalls.”
You laughed but obeyed, rushing along and pushing on all of the bathroom stall doors, them all opening with ease with no one inside. You were thankful tonight wasn’t a busy night.
You turned to Monty, smirking, before pulling him toward you and kissing him hard. His hands came down and cupped your ass, pulling you further into him, a smile lifting your lips while on his.
Monty pulled back from the kiss, trailing down to your neck instead. “I need you,” You breathed, your hands going to his belt buckle. “So fucking bad.”
He groaned against your skin, his hands tightening around the hold on your hips. “You sure?” He asked, his belt being dropped between you both. “We don’t have a condom.”
“I think you have good aim,” You slipped off your own pants. “Just pull out.”
He sighed, pulling you against him, stopping you from slipping his pants off too. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not one hundred percent sure you’re okay with this.”
You looked up to Monty, your stomach warming at how he actually did care about you, under all of that hard shell. “I’m sure, totally, one hundred percent sure,” You smiled up at him. “Are you?”
He grinned. “Yeah,” He breathed, landing a soft kiss on your lips. “Take my pants off then.” He chuckled, amused at your eagerness.
You laughed, but continued to take his jeans off, followed by his boxers, and his prominent little
(big) friend springing forward. Monty let out a quiet moan as your fingertips grazed down his length, teasing him. He pulled you up straight and kissed you again, walking you both to the sink area and picking you up before placing you on top of the counter.
“We need to be quick,” He kissed your neck. “And quiet,” He pulled you forward, slipping off your panties. “Fuck,” He whispered. “We just need to be fast.”
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him hard. “Go on then,” You took one of his hands and placed it over your bare crotch. He shivered, growling into your mouth as he hoisted you up and spun you around, pushing your back gently in order for you to bend over the counter. “Fuck me.”
He laughed, warm hands gripping your hips from behind as his cock slid over your slit. You spread your legs further a part, giving him easier access, before he gently and slowly pushed in, a deep groan emitting from his lips.
“F-Fuck,” He gasped, his hand traveling under your shirt and gripping your back as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you. “Baby,” He gripped your ass, pulling out slowly before pumping back in.
You moaned, a bit too loud, making you worry Clay might knock on the door soon. “Fuck, M-Monty, yes.” You breathed, biting your closed fist as he began pumping harder and faster, the top half of your body leaning over the counter top.
He panted hard as he pounded into you from behind, his hands gripping your skin and yours covering your mouth so you didn’t moan too loud. You watched Monty’s face in the mirror and how his face changed with every push and pull of his hips. Fuck, he was so damn sexy when aroused.
Monty’s fingers reached around to your clit, circling the sensitive bud fast and hard, making you almost scream out in pleasure. You moved your hips with his hard thrusts, creating more friction with the mirrored action.
“Fuck, baby girl,” He growled. “Just like that.”
The nickname turned you on even more, and you simply moved faster and harder against him, earning deep moans from the jock behind you.
You could feel yourself climbing closer to orgasm, the twist in your stomach growing with every thrust of Monty’s hips and deep groan from his throat. The feeling of being caught made this so much more exciting, and Monty’s hands moving from your hips to ass to hair to thighs was driving you crazy.
“I need you to cum, baby, okay?” He panted.
You nodded your head, enjoying the feeling of his cock and his fingers, your mind swimming in bliss and exhilaration as the waves rolled through your body alongside a loud moan of Monty’s name. His loud groans accompanied the head to toe pleasure that warmed your skin and flushed your cheeks as you came onto his pumping cock.
Monty rode your orgasm out, relishing in the feeling, before he slowly pulled out of you. Straight away, his hand grasped his length and began to pump, lifting your shirt higher up your back. His moans filled the room, and as his groans began to break his hot cum shot along your back, causing a surprised squeak to fall from your lips.
“Fuck,” Monty moaned, taking a few deep breaths as you looked at him through the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair as his other hand continued to slowly glide up and down his hard shaft. “Y/N, oh god.”
He threw his head back, letting out a few deep groans, before letting go of himself, both of his hands going to your hips in order to support himself up right. He was elevated and worn out, an odd mixture, but totally worth it.
He stepped back from your bent over form and grabbed some paper towel to clean yourselves up with. You stayed where you were, letting Monty clean up as he insisted.
“Babe, that was s-”
“Excuse me?” A voice from outside the door sounded, followed by a series of knocking.
Your eyes widened and you spun around to Monty, his jaw slacked open in shock. Fuck. Shit. You located your clothes and picked them up, making sure your back was cleaned before straightening out your shirt.
“Shit!” You whisper shouted, putting your pants on. “It’s Clay!” You squeaked as you zipped your jeans up, facing an almost laughing Monty.
“What are we gonna do?!” He exclaimed in a hushed tone, amusement flashing in his eyes as he quickly ran and threw the paper towels into the toilet and flushed it. He cringed at the noise he just made, but threw his pants back on. “Quick!” He pushed you inside a stall. “I’ll get him away and you just run back to the theatre in like three minutes.”
“Okay.” You nodded, fixing your hair and clothes. “I’ll meet you in there.”
He grinned and kissed you, shutting the cubicle door before heading over to face a confused Clay in whom stood behind the main door to the bathroom. You could hear Monty’s belt being rushed back on, making you almost laugh.
“Hey, man.” Monty greeted Clay, you could imagine the wide cocky smirk on his face.
“Yeah, hey, Monty,” Clay replied distractedly. “Why’s the door locked?”
“Oh! I just didn’t want anyone coming in here,” Monty reasoned. “Shitting alone and all that.”
“Right,” Clay sounded disbelieving. “Well-”
“Can you help me choose a snack?” Monty cut in before Clay could continue. “Please?”
Clay sighed, and the image of his puzzled features made you almost laugh loudly. “Sure, Monty.”
** IM SORRY IF THERE’S ANY MISTAKES IVE MISSED. IM VV TIRED AS I POST THIS AND AM NOT WITH IT LMAO SO I APOLOGISE. LOVE YA **