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synopsis: cute lil drabble of you teasing your bf!
warnings: fluff, slight sexual tension, teasing
authors note: been a minute yall! hope you guys enjoy! comments, like and reblogs are appreciated!!
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The soft glow of the television is the only light in the living room, casting flickering shadows against the walls as he sits on the sofa, balanced with a plate of dinner on his lap. He’s focused on the screen, mindlessly bringing a fork to his mouth, completely unsuspecting of the little prank you’re about to stir up.
You move silently, grabbing the plush decorative pillows from the far end of the couch. Without a word, you drop them onto the floor, right between his braced legs. He stops chewing mid-bite, his fork hovering near his lips as he looks down at you, then back up, his brow furrowing in silent confusion. You pretend to pay him no mind, your expression a mask of calm focus as if you’re simply tidying up the room.
Then, you reach up. With a firm but gentle touch, you take the utensils right out of his hands and set them on the coffee table behind you. Before he can ask what you’re doing, you place your hands on the insides of his knees and spread his legs wide, making space for yourself.
He freezes, his eyes darkening instantly. He starts to chew again, but it’s slow—deliberate—as his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that makes the air in the room feel a bit thick and heavy. You sink onto your knees on the pillows you just laid out, landing right in the cradle of his lap.
Your hands don't stay still. You begin to rub his thighs, your palms dragging slowly up and down the expensive fabric of his pants, feeling the hard muscle beneath. You move higher, caressing his waist, your fingers dipping under the hem of his shirt to graze the skin of his lower stomach. You finally meet his eyes, and the sheer hunger you see there is enough to make your heart skip. He licks his lips lustfully, his chest heaving slightly as his breath hitches.
"Baby..." he groans, the word vibrating deep in his throat, thick with a need he’s not trying to hide.
"Hmm?" you hum innocently, sliding your body upward, crawling up his chest until you’re eye-to-eye. You don't kiss his lips; instead, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, peppering the sensitive skin there with soft, lingering kisses. You feel his large hands come down to find your waist, his grip firm and possessive, his thumbs grazing the curve of your backside for just a second as he pulls you closer, desperate for the contact.
The tension is a live wire between you, snapping and sparking—and then, you abruptly pull away.
Before he can process the loss of warmth, you slide back down and sit criss-cross on the floor right in front of him, facing the TV. You reach back, grabbing his stunned hands and draping them over your shoulders from behind.
"Right here, baby," you say, your voice bright and cheerful, completely dropping the sultry act. "Thank you so much. My neck has been killing me all day."
He lets out a heavy, ragged breath, his head falling back against the cushions of the sofa with a thud. "Ugh... you tease," he whines, the sound a mix of a growl and a laugh. "Baby, why? Why would you do that?"
He’s clearly suffering, but he’s a gentleman, and his fingers instinctively begin to knead into your tense muscles. "Oh, yes," you sigh, leaning your head back against his knees. "Right there. A bit harder for me, baby, please."
He shakes his head, a frustrated but fond smile tugging at his mouth as he looks down at the top of your head. "You’re going to be the death of me, woman. I swear it."
You don't look even a little bit guilty. Instead, you reach over to the coffee table, snatch up his abandoned plate, and start eating the rest of his food. You occasionally fork a piece of pasta and hold it up over your shoulder for him, which he takes with a mock-glare before biting down.
there’s literally nothing more fun than being kind????? like? making someone feel loved and appreciated and seeing them smile and hearing them giggle?? sign me the fuck up
so….like I said fuck trump and fuck all you hoes who voted for him….that bird brain bitch and that terrorist ass country Israel just bombed Iran….an all girls school….51 innocent lives. go fuck yourselves DEADASS. yall are evil and inhumane. all you bitches who voted for him should automatically be drafted and put in that violence and horror since you voted for that. add them fuckass ice agents too.
ppl talking about that bbl zionist being in the ferrari garage and i rebuke that.
that ban better carry on to all ferrari properties including that fuck ass garage idc!! if that bbl zionist pops up on my screen when im watching a grand prix im turning that shit off and wishing a dnf on him.
that 8th is not coming with that bbl zionist on your side sir sorry not sorry.
Lewis doing this fuckery during black history month are you fucking kidding
Anon….literally opened insta and the first thing I saw was that fuck ass video of them talking to each other….again ik he grown but sirrrr what you be preaching is not what you doing rn…but at the end of the day he’s a man….a mixed man….an a rich one…rich ppl are rich ppl….
