Request: Can I request an imagine where Juice starts dating the reader and he takes her to his place and she freaks out half way in a makeout session because she thinks that sex is all guys ever want from her and he learns that her last relationship ended with the guy leaving her right after she slept with him. So Juice reassures her that they don’t need to have sex, that he’s crazy for her no matter what.
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Your relationship with Juice had only been going strong for a good three months now and you felt more connected and close to him than any other man you’d ever dated. Somehow, you’d become attached and in the beginning, you’d made yourself promise this wouldn’t happen. But here you were, sat on his couch with your lips interlocked and hands pulling at clothing.
In a previous relationship, you’d only been with the guy for almost two months and things got serious quick. One kiss led to another and that led to the two of you tangled in sheets for hours together. Of course, he left the moment he’d finished, not even kissing you goodbye. He’d claimed he had to leave, that he had business to take care of.
That excuse was fine and dandy until you tried calling him the next day and it went straight to voicemail. You’d waited hours, tried again then took to stop by his place. All of his things were gone and a ‘For Sale’ sign was posted in the front yard. Stopping by his work proved to make matters worse when you were told he’d quit the day before and was now gone, in the wind with no trace to him. After two days of his calls going straight to voicemail, the operator began telling you the line had been disconnected.
The promise to never get attached came with the fear that your previous relationship brought you but Juice was different. You knew he wouldn’t leave you but deep down you couldn’t be a hundred percent for sure.
Kiss after kiss, your mind began wandering and you saw this escalating to sex and saw Juice leaving you just like the last had. Your heart began racing in your chest, having to pull back from the kiss to catch your breath. Juice simply moved his lips from yours and to your neck, trailing wet, warm kisses over your neck and pulling your hips closer to his own.
Your initial reaction was to push his hands away roughly, pushing yourself up and taking as many steps back as you could until you could properly breathe. Juice was more than utterly confused, looking at you with furrowed brows though he keeps quiet until your breaths are normal and you’re not breathing loudly anymore.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” He asks but you just shake your head, holding a hand up to him. You couldn’t find a way to sanely explain to him that you couldn’t lose him. He patiently waits for you to address him, his lips pursed as he watches you collect yourself.
With a deep breath, you try to calmly explain to him what the hell is going on. “This- This is going to sound very weird and very off but I can’t lose you, Juice. I just- I can’t lose you, okay?” You tell him and the confusion on Juice’s face only grows, your head tilting back a little.
“Baby, you’re not going to lose me. Why would you lose me?” Juice asks, pushing himself up to stand. He felt he had to at least be eye level with you, to look into your eyes completely, understand on a deeper level what you were going through.
“The last guy I was with, he left after we slept together and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. I just don’t want to lose you like that, alright? It’s stupid but I’m serious, I’m scared of losing you like that.” You tell him, your hands shaking as you pick at your shirt.
Juice stops for a moment, watching you closely before he steps closer to you, his hands grabbing yours and intertwining your fingers. “You’re never going to lose me, especially not after sex. I can promise you that.” He starts, pulling you into his chest and kissing his forehead. “But I don’t want you feeling like you have to give yourself to me because you do not. Take your time and let it happen when you want it to.”
The warmth and reassurance that floods your chest has you smiling and leaning into his chest immediately, face burying into his shoulder as you nod. “Thank you so much, Juice. Really, thank you.” You tell him and he just grins, fingers rubbing up and down your back gently.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re stuck with me until you don’t want me.”