Me getting ready, doing my makeup in the mirror & listening to varying types of music from love songs to emo songs to sexual songs just imagining taskforce 141 watching me get ready for an undercover mission as the decoy with differing reactions.
warnings: allusions to and descriptions of graphic sexual situations, oral (male receiving), hair pulling
Simon’s trying not to get turned on listening to the sexual lyrics leaving your lips. Words he’s never heard you say, or if he say, it’s scarce and only in retaliation to a joke someone’s made. Listening to your breathing change with your singing, it draws back memories of how you sound in distress; heavy breathing, hot and heavy under different circumstances. He wonders how you’d kiss, if you’d be slow and passionate, taking your time to explore him with your mouth. Maybe you’d be desperate and desirous, tongue making an appearance as it swipes at his bottom lip. Would you tease him with your teeth? The way he’d love to hear how you sound as he makes you come undone. He struggles watching you put on your lipstick, imagining the color smeared in different places, kiss marks adorning certain places on both of your bodies. It’s the way he can clearly imagine the way you’d look up at him innocently with your doe eyes, dribble, spit, and cum dripping from your chin after you’ve just taken care of him. Oh, how he’d be more than willing to get on his knees and return the favor. 💄
Gaz can’t help but chuckle to himself as he loves to hear your voice. It’s not often you all sing and get to see each other at ease, but it’s one of the times he cherishes with all of you. While he makes sure everything’s prepared to go with Nikolai and everyone else is making progress, the music distracts him time to time. He can’t deny your singing is lovely, and your choice in music is something he’s always enjoy, even if there’s certain genres he’d never admit to liking in front of the boys. Yet, he’s surprised by a few choices. After a while, he takes a break, getting a drink nearby as he quietly whispers the lyrics you’re singing to himself, knowing the song. Yet, as he turns and leans back against the counter he can’t help as his eyes scan the room and eventually land on you. Taking in the outfit your taskforce had picked out carefully earlier that week (he remembers how hard that decision was to come to with everyone needing to be in agreement. That… was an event in itself) Kyle takes in your curves and the exposed skin he rarely gets to see while out on the field. Sure, he’s seen you in various different attire and even in compromised positions, but this is different. Preening and primping, you look like a proper doll and he can’t help but imagine the mascara you’re applying just streaking down your face, your elegantly done hair messy and undone, exposed neck and legs covered in bruises and hickies and love bites by the time he’s done with you. The way improper and unprofessional images of the two of you flood his mind in various different places in many tantalizing positions has him clearing his throat guiltily before making himself look busy and attempting to refocus and return to the task at hand. You’re dangerous, and he’s sure you know it. 💋
Price is mesmerized by the way you style your hair, brushing through your (long) locks and putting it up in a slicked back ponytail. The event isn’t high-class, and your style is modern and sleek enough to bypass as just a stylish choice. Despite trying to focus on the blueprint layouts of the building, he gets distracted by the way you run your fingers through your hair, putting some type of oil—it wouldn’t be conditioner, would it?—in it. Intrusive images of him tugging on that ponytail and keeping you held tight to him by it circulating in his mind. 🎀
Johnny is blown away by you… wholly. Transfixed in his seat at the table as he loads up the equipment, he can’t help but pause here and there to take note of the process. The way you seem so skilled at applying the makeup and transforming your look. You’ve always been stunning, even from the first time he’d laid eyes on you. But this… this is a side of you he hasn’t seen. Sure, he’s seen you in makeup before, but… something about the process, the behind the scenes look at you applying things bit by bit just turns him on. Your lashes curled, getting thicker and more pronounced with the dark mascara. Your eye colors just popping even more with whatever you’d done to your eyelids when he’d looked away to pack up the case at his feet. The way you sing and laugh to yourself as you seem genuinely content, not at all worried about what you’re walking into is… admirable, to say the least. And if that doesn’t have him wanting to praise you and make you see how good you look in the mirror bent over that table with him whispering nothing but sweet words in your ear, his hand on the small of your back as he draws out the sweetest of sounds and contorts your face with pleasure, then he’ll be damned. 🪞
