CHOCOLATE CAKE ⋆⑅˚₊🍰🥄 ୨୧
you and ur bf martin play fighting over the last piece of chocolate cake
genre; fluff
wc: 476 words
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you were lounging on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at martin with mock indignation. “i called dibs on the last piece of chocolate cake, martin,” you said, tapping your foot.
martin grinned, leaning back against the armrest with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “mamas, you said dibs? you know dibs don’t mean anything if i want it more,” he teased, inching closer.
you lunged at him, trying to snatch the plate. he dodged with a laugh, grabbing your wrists lightly. “careful, baby, you’re gonna make me tickle you if you keep squirming like that,” he said, his voice dripping with playful menace.
“martin!” you squealed, wiggling to free your hands, but he was quick—he pinned your arms above your head and leaned in, brushing his nose against yours.
“what? I’m just making sure you behave, mamas,” he whispered, smirking.
you huffed and shoved at his chest, pretending to be mad, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “can’t believe you! you’re not getting that slice of cake!”
“then i guess we’re fighting, baby,” he said, dropping to the floor dramatically and pulling you down with him in a playful wrestling hold. “i hope you’re ready to lose.”
you laughed uncontrollably, squirming in his arms. “i will win! Just wait!”
martin chuckled, letting you up and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh we’ll see about that, mamas.”
you were perched on the arm of the couch, glaring at him like he’d personally offended you. “i saw that slice of cake first, babe! hands off!”
martin smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “mamas, you say that like i’m gonna listen. you really think i’d let you have it all to yourself?” he leaned in, snatching the plate just out of reach, making you lunge forward.
martin towers over you with that smug grin, plucked it up and long arms held it high above your head.
“oh, mamas… looks like this is out of your reach,” he teased, holding the slice just above your fingertips. “gonna have to work for it if you want it.”
“yo! give it back!” you squealed, but he was already grinning.
he leaned down slightly, eyes glinting, and wiggled the plate just out of reach. “oh no, mamas, i don’t think so. you’ll have to… earn it.”
you lunged at him, trying to grab the cake, but he lifted it higher, making you stretch on your tiptoes. “are you really gonna beg?” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from your face with his free hand.
“ugh! You’re so annoying!” you squealed, bouncing on your toes.
martin chuckled, lowering the slice just slightly, close enough for you to nearly touch it. “almost got it, baby… almost. but not quite.” he leaned closer, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispered, “admit it—you love it when i tease you like this.”
you froze for a moment, cheeks flaming. “i… maybe a little,” you muttered, reaching again for the cake, only for him to lift it out of reach once more with a grin.
“see?” he said, victorious. “this is why you don’t challenge me, babe. I’m way too tall and way too good at teasing.”
you groaned, laughing and swatting at his arm playfully. “fine! you win… but you better share it, baby.”
“only because I like you,” he whispered, finally handing it over with a wink and stealing a quick kiss as you grabbed it.