#6oldie

Floch can't help the growing smirk on his face. Every time he shit talks his friends, it causes you to tighten around him. Even as he's calling other people useless, your slutty hole just can't help but squeeze him tight. You're not moving on his lap, but your lips are pressing sweet kisses all over his neck, sucking sweet bruises all over his pale skin. The faint whimpers when his arm does wrap around your hip, pushing down further on his cock, makes his mind race. He can feel your lips curl into a smile as you litter his skin with open-mouth kisses. But Floch isn't stupid. He can tell when you tighten on command, especially when you're leaning up to nibble on his uncovered earlobe. He shudders involuntarily, his body bucking up slightly as a small whine slipping past his lips.

"yo Floch, you good, bro?"

"hnnggg what was that? Hahaha!"

“Mans getting turned on.”

When it registers, his friends can hear him, Floch immediately gives you a look. His brows raised, a silent scolding, as he lets out a nervous laugh. "I'm all good. This is my last game, though."

He's sending you a glare as you hold in your giggle, watching his whole facade fade as his friends keep teasing him, making his cheeks turn a deep crimson.

The game ends much quicker than anticipated, but the second he's done, Floch rips his headphones off and stands up. His cock is still inside of you as he wraps your legs around him. Carrying you to the bed, he smiles down at your body before leaning down, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. "You like to play games, don't you, baby? Did you like teasing me?"

You reply with a curt nod, but that isn’t good enough for Floch.

“You’re going shy on me now? C’mon, sweetheart, use your words.”

“I did. I liked it a lot,” you answer, a faint smile on your lips as you watch Floch kiss his teeth.

“And to think I was so nice, letting my needy whore cockwarm me cause you were so good today.”

“Hmmm, you gonna punish me, flochy?”

He lets out a breathy laugh through his nostrils as his smirk turns into a wicked smile. “Yeah, I am.”

Without giving you any more information, he pulls back and roughly snaps his hips into yours, making you cry out. Floch is usually a pretty tame partner in bed, someone who puts your pleasure first, but times like this remind you how rough he can get. One hand cups your cheek to allow him to whisper filth in your ear as his other hand rests against your chest, his thumb rubbing over your hardened nipple. Your legs wrap around his torso as he keeps rocking his hips into yours, loving the way his name falls from his lips.

“That’s it, baby. You wanna tease me? Scream my name, let them know who’s making you feel this good.”