#kara.asks

It started innocent. A casual meet up with the boys. 2hours into the meetup and joshua was slowly loosing his mind.

He knew you were unaware of how hoshi was looking at you. He doesnt blame hoshi, you were beautiful as fuck but something in him felt uneasy. He couldnt tell if you were genuinely unaware of hoshi’s advances to you or were you just not doing anything to stop him.

Joshua usually didn't get jealous, your relationship was stable enough for him to know you'd not cheat on him but god, he had to prove you're his.

So now he has you pressed up against his chest while he splits your open with his cock. He's glad he listened to you when you suggested to get a mirror near the bed because god you look so pretty.

He could see all of you in the mirror. How your thighs shake everytime he thrusts deeper, your jaw hanging open and your eye, God, your eyes. Joshua loved your eyes. He loved how sparkly they get when youre excited and happy. He also loved how he could see your pupils blown out as he fucks you hard, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Look at me" he forces your face to look in the mirror. The whole sight so erotic it makes you whimper. he holds your chin in place, making eye contact through the mirror.

he shakes out of his daze, a blush creeping onto his cheeks when he realises he zoned out.

he looks around the restaurant quickly. your table is a pretty private booth at the back, you booked it specifically for tonight because you just wanted to spend some time with vernon

“how much time did the server say it would take to bring our food?”

“like half an hour?”

“perfect”

vernon moves from his seat in front of you to sit beside you. you look at him confused but when his hands slowly trail your thighs,you know what he's upto.

he slowly moves his hand up and rests in on your upper thigh, your dress moving up more and more. he slowly moves his hand to your clothed core, lightly trailing his fingers

“you're so wet baby”

he rubs you through your panties, your soft moans and whimpers slowly fueling him to go further. he pushes your panties aside and runs his fingers along till he reaches your hole. he pushes a finger in, smiling at the way you squirm to keep yourself quiet. he slowly rocks his fingers in and out and adds another.

the food is long forgotten as you ride his hand, so close to your orgasm.

he moves his hand faster and when he feels your walls suffocate his fingers, he knows you're close.

with a slight shake of your thighs you cum on his fingers, riding out your high.

vernon takes his fingers out and licks the remaining off, looking at you in the eyes. you look at him breathing heavily, the adrenaline of being in a place where you can easily get caught making your head go dizzy.

he smiles and goes back to the seat infront of you when the waiter arrives with your drinks and food

“do you guys need anything else? any sides?”

He knew all your curves and marks and moles on your body and he absolutely loves it.

You come home one day all giggly and excited and vernon just looks at you confused

“Whats up?” he asks with his eyebrow raised, adoration filled his eyes.

You dont respond, just smile and lean to kiss him which he gladly returns. He slowly snakes his hand up your waist and his other hand goes to the back of your neck, making the kiss deeper. His hand slowly trails higher your chest but stops when he feels something. It feels like….plastic?

He doesnt want to stop kissing you so he keeps feathering his hand over that one clothed spot on your rib til you finally break the kiss to whine because of the feeling of his hand.

“I have something to show you” and you slowly take your tshirt off.

Your rib was covered with a protective wrapping and his eyes go wide. It was a tattoo, a line from his song black eye. You'd always voiced your love for that song but he could not believe you actually god it tattooed.

His prolonged silence and staring made you uncomfortable “..do you not like it?”

Vernon shakes out of his trance and smiles, his hand going to trace the tattoo.

“I fucking love it” he says and kisses you again.