#justrunamok

absolutely

the forearm banded across your belly is the only grounding sensation that you are lucid enough to acknowledge, a warm and unrelenting pressure that allows you little mobility. the spread of boba's fingers at your hip is a harsh thing, gripping and digging into the soft flesh as you writhe.

but his mouth- fuck, you don't know how many times he's pushed you off the precipice with that fucking mouth, your second melted into your third which melted into countless more. boba alternates between long, forceful sucks of your clit and cruel lashes of his tongue.

and the sounds he makes, responses to your own. a groan when you plead for something, anything; a low hum when your fingers both push and pull at his head.

I

YOU GUYS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME I SWEAR LIKE I

boba is having THE TIME OF HIS LIFE DOWN THERE LIKE IT’S HIS FAVORITE FORM OF PUNISHMENT AND PRAISE JUST THATS JFKEHRH 

Full disclosure I’m tactile as heck too so this is a Treat.

You know what he needs as his arms slide around your waist, holding you close and breathing you in, wanting to fill his head with you until you blot out everything else. You haven’t started cooking yet so you let him hold you for as long as he needs, looping your arms around his shoulders and just standing there in your kitchen, the noises from the neighborhood dim and listening to each other breathe.

It surprised you the first time it happened and kept surprising you, how his quiet affection never abated even after moving in with each other. How he’d come out of these quiet moments by dropping his head to press a gentle kiss to your lips and murmur a “hello,” and a twist of his lips that isn’t quite a smile, not yet, but it’s soft and warm. 

When you start making dinner, something you insist on doing because you see how his job is running him ragged, how much weight it puts on his his shoulders and the shadows he carries from it, he isn’t far behind you. It doesn’t always work, but when it does Horacio takes up a position behind you, arms loose around your middle and his face buried in your neck, only breaking away from you when you ask him to hand you one ingredient or another.

sdfsdfsdf marina babe u underSTAND

see. i like soup. it’s a very sexy dish for me personally. like on a spiritual level, soup is good.

but i don’t know the r a n g e of soup ya know like i know tomato and mushroom and quite possibly you could throw in a noodle or two and i’d get it, but anything like ‘bisque’ and all - my brain shuts down. white noise. lights are on but no one’s home.

Sweetpea, baby, you are so cute and you know what? Through the sheer power of your mind you manifested it, I do look good today (evidence under the read more) and it’s all for you and only you 💗

Anyway, wedding when? Soon please I am impatient and wanna smooch 😘❤️

imagine frankie and overstimulation??? hhhhh like he's already come twice and the sound he makes when you say, "i know you got another in you, baby. please? for me?" is absolutely filthy yea okay bye

i need you to know that is a thot that has floated very prominently in my brain lately and it is definitely a thot that i think deserves a fic. like, im horny sighing over it.