Imagine working through releasing the mom-friend identity, just to marry the dad boss.
"Er, darling?"
"Yes, m'love?"
"Should I do an extra run to the grocery store for dinner tomorrow?"
John turns to you in bed, placing the book he'd been reading in his lap. His bushy eyebrow is raised in question as his gaze gently searches your face.
"Aren't the boys coming over? They're usually by on Sunday evenings for dinner, I just thought-"
Those large hands cradle your face, pulling you in for a gentle smooch.
"If they're coming over for dinner, they'll be bringing it. You just need to be willing to let them into our house. If you aren't, I'll tell them to go find Kate. See if she'll let them in."
He smiles at your giggles, letting you catch your breath before pulling you in again for another kiss. You linger, pressing soft kisses along his cheeks, his jaw, his chin.
"Anyway," he rumbles, shifting you underneath him. "No time to think about them now. I'm going to need all of your attention on me."
COD 141 and beauty spots that you can nibble. Hrmph...inspired by a beautiful man with a beauty spot I wanna nibble on every time I see it. This wasn't supposed to be this long, but I guess I'm yearning to give out some love bites so it is what it is.
Gaz's beauty spot is somewhere just above his top lip. Adorable, just like every inch of the rest of him. It sits closer to the corner of his mouth and you remember it being one of the first things you noticed on his lovely face when you met him at that sandwich place near your workplace. While you've started aiming your little pecks (and licks) there as a habit, Gaz is now trained to present that beauty spot to you first when you go in to give him his kisses. He deserves every single one. You were also kind enough to let him know he had a matching spot hidden away elsewhere. He particularly enjoys when you kiss that one, oh how his eyes glow when you do.
Johnny's beauty spot sits right on his left cheekbone and you swear it's just as animated as the rest of his face is. It catches your attention when he's annoying you in bed first thing in the morning. He really leaves you with no other choice but to go in and bite the apple of his cheek (affectionately) to discipline him, but the moment he feels your teeth press down gently he can't hold his laughter. Then you're both laughing and the kisses start, and then the tasting starts and before you know it he's filling you so good. Why? Because you're his sweetest girl. His one and only. Bite him all you like, bonnie.
Simon's scarred face is so beautiful and sacred to you. When he first revealed it to you, several months into your relationship, you were thrilled to see a faint sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose and spread across his cheeks. Your man is so big, it's hard to give each freckle the love it deserves often. So when you have him on his back, and he's holding your hips so you can ride him properly, you give them their attention then. You make sure to lean over, pressing on him skin to skin and you kiss each one. Naming them as you go, of course. Delighting when his big body shakes with his adoring chuckles underneath you.
John's beauty spot is usually hidden by his beard, but when he comes home one day having been forced to shave to receive treatment for a wound, you catch sight of it. You coo over it, over him, babying him and dragging him down on top of you on your couch so you can both watch the HGTV show you had on. You begin to scratch your nails lightly over his scalp, ignoring his initial huffing and puffing. He soon falls asleep stretched out on top of you, his heavy head cradled on your chest. Some time later that night, you wake to him carrying you up to your bed. He then lays you down and proceeds to make love to you so tenderly, you don't know what to do with yourself by the time he gets you off for the last time before spilling inside of you. Both of your groans bounce off the walls of your bedroom, and as you wind down and the silence of a late night envelopes you both, you tell him the secret you'd been waiting to share with him since he'd come home.
Fast forward a year and a half, there's a chubby baby with a beauty spot on his face in the exact same spot as his father, gurgling happily in your arms. You press tender kisses on his beauty spot, savouring his fresh baby smell and those precious giggles. Then you turn to his father, and press a kiss on the same spot because it's all you can reach if you're both standing. Unless you ask him to bend over (not in that way, you complain rolling your eyes), of course. And he huffs a laugh, kissing your forehead with a tenderness that (to this day) makes you want to cry. It's just so good.
I don't often know how to approach writing a FFM throuple because I haven't read a lot of good stories. Most that I've encountered devolve into turning the women into secondary characters for his pleasure.
We ain't about that here.
So, for years, if I wrote anything throuple-ish, it would be MMF. Because I've read greatness in these Tumblr/ AO3/indie/trad publishing streets. And inspiration was easier to come by.
BUT, I have just stumbled upon a configuration of personalities that make my yearning heart shout. I think I finally know how to approach an FFM throuple.
Have a song while I bask in the plot bunnies that have deigned to frolic my way.
